I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

The uncommon is common in America today. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Seinfeld

In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go

So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,

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

He’s a chef today but Raj Patel was once a swami in another life and a mongoose twice in other lives as well. All this occurred in Bangalore

Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury

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

Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.

An article in the paper reports something one doesn’t see happen in America very often. Eighty billionaires, millionaires and others close to that level

After 50 years Wilma at her class reunion thinks Waldo’s changed with age that he’s nice now, not the snake she wed