What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror
This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
No Supper for a Year My wife looks out the kitchen wind… and tells me the starlings are bac… the same big flock as yesterday strolling around our yard
Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until
Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...
“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.
When ancient Elmer was young and dashing and on the prowl, he would wait for a phone call about love or anger from someone important to him at the time. Over the years more than a few w...
She’s a snake charmer but doesn’t know it. That’s why the cobra married her and has lived so many years in its basket.
I turn on the news to see who won the game last night but first the scores from hot spots in the city. Two people are killed
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...
In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A soc...
It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger
