You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes
Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.
Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce
You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd
We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on
With a smile, the POTUS tangoes in Argentina while in Belgium and the rest of the World people try not to cry.
hillary dillary dock monica ran up bill’s sock the clock struck three bill said whee hillary dillary dock
It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there
The poor are hungry in America. Their numbers would fill stadiums throughout this prosperous land. And feral cats are running wild, eating songbirds in our yards,
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
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
Fred has been working with an agency called Hunters for the Hungry for five years. During that time, his food bank has received thousands of pounds of venison to feed the poor. This yea...
Old barber shop in a neighborhood never posh now poor. A single chair with an ancient barber
It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
