An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

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.

I can’t speak for the women attending this conference on Homeland Security. They’re scholars, too, brought here for their expertise.

You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...

Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.

When ancient Elmer was young and dashing and on the prowl, he would wait for a phone call about love or anger from someone important to him at the time. Over the years more than a few w...

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...

We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree

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,

Outside, the still of crickets. Inside, petals of a cold sore foliate,

You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,

After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV