It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant “Patsy Foley’s roly-poly from eating too much ravioli.” At first, no one could remember w...
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
He was predictable all those years going home after work doing odd jobs around the house
It’s time to stop the killing by order of the courts. Time to stop the injections
In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans
In a yard abandoned this winter when the owner moved grass is growing this spring
Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.
“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.
Grandpa has a grandson he hopes will win a scholarship to meet the high cost of college. He tells his grandson to learn how to play the tuba and apply
After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
A long time ago you bothered him somehow. Since then he has bothered you back. You don’t know how or
The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner