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.
It was always a lovely yard, the grass green, never a weed. Dandelions in spring were an endangered species as soon as she spotted them.
Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold
On a sunny day in Harvard Yard blonde from Norway weds son of chieftain from Rwanda after
Someday you’ll be in bed dying like I am now and people you love and some you don’t will come by to say good-bye. They don’t know what to say because we’re all amat…
I don’t know the answer but perhaps the Dalai Lama knows the final resting place of pygmies who live in jungles unexplored and never hear a sermon from
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look
Since kindergarten Darius and Cla… have ridden the same bus to school from the city to way out in the su… They’re the only black kids in 8th… Their schoolmates have welcomed th…
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
Farmer John knows he’s old but didn’t think he was that old until he went to town one day and met a young lady he liked as much as he likes the corn
If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than
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
Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain