Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,

She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away

It’s outpatient surgery and she’s running late trying to catch a spider in the kitchen sink. Wants to carry it outside

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

That’s a very big tree and a boy scout could climb it with all the right gear. But it’s a condominium, too. You would disturb families.

In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books

It’s one thing to work in an office because your skills say you must. It’s another to want to hang out with

“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

Martin, a very senior citizen, wants to get a bucket and knife and go hunt up some greens in a field in Alabama. But in spite of his yearnings for a big bowl of greens, he knows his wif...

We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on

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

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers