You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,
Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.
If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
Elmo has spent 40 years cutting hair in a little shop in a country town along the Mississippi. Vegetables and meat
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job
This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...
There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear