Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up
how does one handle nude on the beach extremities starfished almost asleep how does one handle
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
Fred prefers a mouse connected by a wire to his keyboard. Walt prefers a mouse that’s portable, able
As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock
A bitter Christmas morning after a foot of snow last night. I shovel the sidewalk and make my way to the bird feeder. Before I can fill it, the wrens
How many times have I said I’m through teasing myself, through pretending I don’t enjoy the wreath of a woman
I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,
It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in
Being bipolar isn’t easy but it’s tougher when you’re poor and have to walk rather than ride
It’s time to leave the man alone. He’s getting old, his wife says. He’s really slowing down. He’s always been a man occupied with one thing
After Wisconsin, we see a Trumpeter Swan swimming in circles Donal Mahoney
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
“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.
This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up