You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
Harvey at 80 is losing his hearing. He can’t hear his wife when she talks, a symphony lost.
Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother
Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food.
In 1958 Elmer’s was the only high school in his county that had been integrated. Basketball was the big sport. People in the little town filled the gym every Tuesday and Friday. They ro...
After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she
You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little
It’s not the same as seeing the po… in Bangladesh on PBS and hearing Gwen or Judy tell us about them b… the poor in Bangladesh scream in s… brown and gaunt and hollow-eyed.
On the road all week finally it’s Friday and he’s almost home so he calls his wife and says it will be
Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job
Take it from Martin, if you live in an old house, as much as you love it, bad things happen Despite maintenance,
In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight when the moon was full and the stars were bright, you would see Grandma Groth
After Wisconsin, we see a Trumpeter Swan swimming in circles Donal Mahoney