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,
They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls
Outside, the still of crickets. Inside, petals of a cold sore foliate,
Fred brought his old comic books and some hard candy to a food pant… and didn’t think much about it. Just a different kind of donation. Maybe somebody would want them.
Being poor on our patch of land was better than being poor all the years I’ve lived in the ci… We had a couple of cows, a rooster and seven hens.
During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t
Millicent was the daughter who danced ballet and sang until she met Butchie on a rainy day. He was in coveralls and cowboy hat and fixed
In a yard abandoned this winter when the owner moved grass is growing this spring
It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea
He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day
I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly
The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner
For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
Grandma Gretchen’s in her rocker and she has something to say. She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the Fifties, he likely...
I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat