Phil went to Memorial Park yester… on his crutches and saw new crosse… in the ground commemorating vetera… Must be a hundred more than last y… HIs brother’s cross is there, in…

I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…

She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.

The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner

You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out

You’re standing on a window ledge on the 50th floor of your building… It’s Valentine’s Day in Manhatta… clouds cruising, sun everywhere, a nice breeze tossing your hair,

Linda’s on TV this morning being interviewed by someone who specializes in interviewing unusual people. Linda’s a smart woman but

He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold

Fred must explain Halloween to Op… when he gets home from the poker g… He just had another bad Halloween… He thinks Opal doesn’t know but E… from across the street called Opal

Rudy in his wheelchair gets around pretty good. He has a good job and transportation via a special van. He shops at local stores and everyone is nice except at the drug store where the ...

He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why