What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.

After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV

She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place

I can’t speak for other men but as I grow older I have found listening to my wife makes life easier. So when she said we should move to a retirement community while we’re still in reaso...

America has no caste system but America has castes. Like every other nation America has its rich and poor with everyone else sardined

The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”

There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made

I know this story to be true because I know Ruben and he wouldn’t lie even though Ruben and I have never met. He lives in Alabama in a hollow and I live in St. Louis. But that makes no ...

Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them

Don’t recall meeting a human being at the megastore staffed by robots in the flesh

Father the chameleon was lime gree… the first day I saw him peering in… my crib smiling and he remained lime green until kindergarten when a nun called the house and sa…