If I knew I’d live forever I’d never send a poem out. No poem ever comes with ten fingers and ten toes so I’d keep revising, add

Six months ago an old black couple moved into an old brick house on a block of old white people. A dither erupted over the fences

When he was just a boy, they took him to the dump to scavenge, bits of metal, any food that might be eaten. When he became a man,

Some women use perfume and that’s fine. Some don’t and that’s fine too. Over the years

The older I get the more I realiz… the importance of getting things d… before your mother announces anoth… assignment to roust me from my ham… As you know I’ve never been much

Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but

A poor man comes to the door after the storm last winter and asks if he can have something to eat if he shovels the walk. You say forget about the snow.

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

If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

Someone has to cut the grass Molly tells Bill dozing off in his recliner too weary to cut it. For years a vet from Vietnam

You have to be married at least 30 years to know what your wife is thinking before she says it aloud. More than 40 years to know

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.

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year

Only the blind man with his leader dog and tapping cane stops when the homeless man standing near the curb