Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.
“You live long enough and bad stuff happens,” Harry told Stella, slurping his coffee. “I’m 94 next week."
White privilege it’s called and re… I learned its name although I’ve… white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted.
After the doctor tells Ahmad his test results, Ahmad says he needs a new place to live. His tent’s in ruins, Ahmad says. His body will soon shake a final t…
These are old people retired and driving slowly from small apartments in economy cars getting out on canes
Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn
Bella takes two big pills every morning followed by one each of another three.
Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.
If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
Pete’s never needed anything from childhood on. His parents had it all and gave it to him so it’s hard for him to understand why
I don’t know the answer but perhaps the Dalai Lama knows the final resting place of pygmies who live in jungles unexplored and never hear a sermon from
Some never hear of him and likely never will— pygmies in Africa, aborigines in Tasmania, the indigenous in South America.
Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....
After he died on a tree, he rose and told the twelve before he ascended he would return some day. The twelve told others and they
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
