I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where
Fancy spam emails I don’t mind nor the ones cobbled in broken English from someone who says he’s with a bank overseas
I never remember year to year but then some morning in March I’ll walk out in the yard
Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out ...
Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds
Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,
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
She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.
Some things you can’t undo. A remark, perhaps, you can retract or try to with an explanation. But a certain look can burn forever in the mind
A spelunker he was from adolescence on. An outdoorsman with the best equipment exploring caves
There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something
We’re going dancing, my wife and… to a Charity Ball high in the sky… Glenn Miller’s band has been play… since 1944, the year his plane got… over the English Channel.
I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly
