If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb
Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves
The guillotine dropped between you and a friend over coffee and small talk. The first time it dropped it was someone who said
Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.
The uncommon is common in America today. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Seinfeld
Took the wife to a pancake house the other day. National franchise good food
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 will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days
We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
He’s always believed people of every faith can live in peace together in America no matter what happens
Wally made the long drive home from vacation on Election Day because he wanted to vote. He went for a jog and then to the… and cast his vote for his candidat…
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us