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.
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
It’s almost time for the Academy… Theaters are showing their best mo… and someone I know wants to go. I used to pay 15 cents to see Roy… in black and white cowboy up on Tr…
The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
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 Homer stubs his toe or bumps his elbow, the pain is always piercing but Homer’s a pious man so swearing isn’t for him.
Handsome is as handsome does, Jeanie always said, when Donald was away on business.
Years ago they came from many plac… to study writing at a university in the middle of America surrounded by lush corn fields. They worked hard, became friends,
Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings
We’re twins. We’ve been together from the start. You’re the doctor. You know that.
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,
Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds
