They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

They buried Colleen Garrity today a woman 95 few people thought would ever die and what a lovely eulogy her cousin Paddy gave. Paddy must be 80 if a day yet he

Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves

You won’t find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with y… said Joseph Joubert, a French writer whose day job was working for Napoleon.

Grandma Gretchen’s in her rocker and she has something to say. She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the Fifties, he likely...

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

I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let’s call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbo...

He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.

It’s never what she says always how she says it and how she stands when she says it and what she says

The day Paul got married, his old girlfriend called his hous… just before he and his bride Anne caught the plane for their honeymo… Paul was outside packing the car

You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,