Reflections

Amazing how so much dust and grimecoat the surface of a wall mirror.Lying on the floor, I could easily see,but … More

A Little Death

For cutting and weeding there’s nothing I like morethan my small sickle, its 3-inch serrated bladeeasy to maneuver speedily with … More

I Am, I Said

People can be such drive-by critics, those looking for value.But maybe I prefer that, not being seen, comparedto rubbernecking quick-stoppers … More

Remember the time in the laundry room?

I sat perched atop one of the dryers in our apartment building basement, absorbing warmth, enjoying the rumbling spin of … More

Things In Life

Go on, please turn your head this way.I close my eyes, and you’re all I see.The best things in life … More

Old Man Eating Alone in a Chinese Restaurant

for Billy Collins I can’t resist the temptationto write about you, old man,eating alone at the corner table in a … More

Carpool

I’m not sure why you and I called it a carpool. It wasjust we two, and I always drove. There … More

Covid, I tell you, too sick to write. But I think I’m back. This draft is called “King of the Lily Pond”

Ed reads the draft of his story. It’s about Joe, his oldest cousin, tall and broad, much more so than … More

Covid, I tell you. Forgot to publish yesterday’s poem called “Out of Time”

It must be younever really caughton, weren’t smartenough to know,or weren’t thinkingabout how true lovemight grow when you could. Throughtime it … More

The Beast

Rolling down his window, “Beware,” he said. “There is some beast in there. These old houses. It’s easy for them … More

No Peace

I see something sullen, a sort of smoldering angerin the face of the father. I understand he has losthis son … More

My World

Eventually now, I see the whole wide world we knew,if we live long enough – I’m finding it’s so for … More

Real Good Poems

How hard should a reader have to work to get something out of a poem?Would digging a hole to China … More

How Is It with You?

Sometimes it’s a straight line,the closest distance between two points.But it’s not necessarily a flat line.For some, yes, that’s true, … More

Our Father

Arthur, our dad, told us all about who knew what and who to know. He was a big wheel in … More

Driver-less Cars

I sit behind you at the stoplight, and I know you. The light turns green, but your head bows toward … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 17

David Chan always sat in the back of the classroom.  This wasn’t an indication of his lack of interest in his … More

Cliché, Not a Cliché?

I don’t think I’ve ever said to someone that something I’ve heard has been refreshing.I’m not sure I know what … More

Good Talk

Why curse? Would you pluck out your tongue,hang it on the wall as a hook for your black umbrella, onebattered … More

The Secret Keeper

Fortunate the mother who lives the unflawed life of lore, perfect, a smooth vase, snow white, the finest ashes left, … More