Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them

Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark

The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask

I can’t speak for the women attending this conference on Homeland Security. They’re scholars, too, brought here for their expertise.

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.

Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,

“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what

Joe went to the mall yesterday and found a big tent pitched at the head of the drive. Someone selling fireworks. The sign said discounts

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

Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted

Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again.

After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV

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