It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow
You had to have a Schwinn to lead this pack of boys riding bikes full speed baking under the Chicago sun laughing after senior year
During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t
Tommy is the only man for miles around who can knot a ti… Old farmers come to town on Satur… and wave from pickups with respect when they see Tommy on the street
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.
The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
It’s one thing to work in an office because your skills say you must. It’s another to want to hang out with
The soup kitchen opens an hour late. The rain finally stops and the hungry file in. They’ve had a long wait.
Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...
Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere
Paddy Dineen enjoyed good health till his heart gave out while filling his cart in a health food store.
There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go
Many decades ago when I was a kid we always expected rain at 3 p.m. on Good Friday said to be the hour
When bread is this good a morsel will suffice and when wine
Ralph never planned on dying but when he did, he was swept away like a child’s kite blown astray. When he arrived at his destination… he heard angels singing, harps pla…