It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

When Martha gets home from cooking class this afternoon, Martin will be gone after 30 years of marriage. Martha won’t know why

The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney

Years ago my wife bought three wall clocks, atomic clocks they’re called. They require no batteries and you don’t plug them in.

Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job

And so I’ll tell old Max, and maybe he will listen, it’s time to call the plumber in and tell him,

Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere

July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees

As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock

It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,

Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops