Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiche…

Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,

Walking very slowly, ancient Wall… right behind his ancient Molly who… stepping down the garden path, her first time out in weeks, wobbly still on her new knee.

They have a few bucks, the 62 richest billionaires in the… The Big 62 have half as much weal… as the bottom half of the world’s… according to Oxfam International.

After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn

Jack’s a widower. His wife died years ago so every year he takes a plane and helps his mother decorate his childhood home for Christmas.

There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear

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

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

Dither of blue jays bickering at the feeder. Doves eat well below Donal Mahoney

Sometimes a person can go too far, Mickey said, two stools over downing another beer,

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet