Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because

Two men tall, one from here and one from there, in raincoats at a bus stop,

She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he

This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings

Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.

I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days

Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

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…

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.