In the fall we lose an hour in most of the United States when we have to turn our clocks back. This is not the case
He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.
When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,
Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere
Harvey at 80 is losing his hearing. He can’t hear his wife when she talks, a symphony lost.
The alarm clock screams at 5 a.m. and I get up to attend a funeral 50 miles away, a long drive back to a corner of Chicago once rife with corned beef and cabbage but
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.
She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills
After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why
Outside, the still of crickets. Inside, petals of a cold sore foliate,
The others, of course, are more ra… but less apt to show it. Whenever I strike, I never romp o… I stand with the wrist that I’ve… from the lady locked in my teeth
How are things, Adolph? This is Brian, from NBC. Thanks for the interview. It will air in September if the network brings me back.
She speaks the truth as she always has in 40 years of marriage especially when she’s lost in making dinner
Old Sol hires young Abdul, a refugee, to cut his grass and we… Saul tells his neighbor Old Paddy young Abdul does a good job and has a wife and three kids
Can you hear me in the bunker, Le… Sorry to hear ISIS has you in a… But I’m delighted to know you’re… camouflaged in your bunker with an… Now you’re telling me ISIS is th…
