Beautiful fall day in a potter’s field outside a small town. A funeral is underway but that doesn’t stop

The poor are hungry in America. Their numbers would fill stadiums throughout this prosperous land. And feral cats are running wild, eating songbirds in our yards,

They’ve been married 50 years and never a sorry day, Wally likes to say. Melba’s been a great wife but she’s very sick and doctors sa…

Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city

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

Father the chameleon was lime gree… the first day I saw him peering in… my crib smiling and he remained lime green until kindergarten when a nun called the house and sa…

During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t

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.

Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

After 50 years Wilma at her class reunion thinks Waldo’s changed with age that he’s nice now, not the snake she wed

A gathering of elders from the local rest home is out for a walk after dusk on canes and walkers admiring roses and lilies

Easter Brunch is a big deal in the metropolis where Fred lives… Restaurants run their ads Ash Wednesday through Good Frida… Years ago brunch began at 11

Melanie was waiting for the light… at 12th and Broadway when a large… a big truck and 10 gallon hat roar… right beside her. His truck cab lo… above her old Buick. His stereo b…