Did I tell you bout da time ma fadda neva pick me up? I had fo walk home afta library wen close an he blames me! ‘What the heck you…

In about 1962 I saw Joan Baez at the Seattle Civic, modestly well-attended by well-laundered overalls and plaid flannel shirts. Her name was the draw and her shirt was flannel….

His recumbent figure curves large and weary. Unfolding slowly to my prudent pause, He rises on tremulous legs, Leveling intent eyes like a steady beam to my own. He cannot…

She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. How could an estate sale list get any sadder, she thought? Making her…

A long journey Joyce Kilmer Park in the Bronx To his home in New Brunswick, New Jersey Walking the way A pilgrim’s quest I come Gateway to his mansion Behind…

“My Life as a Fraction” Fraction: “I tell you, it’s hard being 9/2 (that’s 9 over 2) because everyone is always trying to convert you. I mean, I don’t want…

A Companion This companion, is a long-distance bird, a bird of long journeys, a bird of many changing colors and many clothes. His small body is simply carried off by…

If you pay attention, nothing is trivial Running her fingers through her hair Primping her hair Brushing hair from her forehead Glancing at her fingernails Looking skyward Nervous laughter Darting…

The Women I love One is a widow who closes her eyes. One makes love with fractured English. One talks in her sleep with foreign tongues. One mistook me for…