They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them
Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower
You have the back rent and come home from work and find everything in a mountain out on the lawn with the kids sitting on the curb crying
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
You were a little older than three the day your father taught you how to pee, standing up. Your father trumpeted your triumph and your mother laughed in the kit…
The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner
In a yard abandoned this winter when the owner moved grass is growing this spring
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
I told my guest it’s just a poem doesn’t mean a thing a salad tossed with colors bright
Homer’s a chair arranger who works in meeting rooms on 30 floors in a building tall as Trump Tower. At least it looks that tall to him
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.
Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney
Two old men meet for coffee once a week at a diner while their wives play cribbage. Jim says he has a problem. His wife leaves the water running
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God, Jesus told his disciples.