It’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the

First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney

Anyone might have what you need if she’s choice in your eye. She can be big or small provided she has

Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up

Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

Yes, fifty years ago today it happened. Quite a story. He was your favorite uncle and he liked you a lot too. You were all torn up.

Newlyweds cuddle on a bench in their garden. A hummingbird pauses then enters a lily. They make love in public.

They laugh at him because he’s weak by their standards but they don’t realize they’ve signed a

A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,

First, we place the neck on the bl… and put the basket underneath the head and then make sure the bl… is sharp enough before we ask the… one more time just to be polite:

Sometimes it helps to learn a relative has died a close relative you haven’t seen in years and didn’t plan to see again because

“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.

They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle