Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God

Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat

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

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

There are Merry-Go-Rounds on Main Street all over America. They hide in storefronts offering payday loans to people who can’t borrow money anywhere else.

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

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

Through the nursery glass Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela, his twelfth, in the arms of a nurs… Pink as a peony with brilliant black hair,

A bitter Christmas morning after a foot of snow last night. I shovel the sidewalk and make my way to the bird feeder. Before I can fill it, the wrens

I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city

Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties

Old Sam on his deathbed says he’d rewrite his life if he could. He’d do so many things differently… be nice to all his wives if he cou… but luckily they had died before h…

Raul is a kind man who plays marimba in a salsa band at LA clubs late into the night. Some afternoons he plays

In the woods soft snow falls on the first day of spring. Two daffodils laugh. Donal Mahoney

When Molly and Tim got married they spent hours talking about everything they had to get done. And indeed they got a lot done. Now their kids have families