The girl I would have married had we met is on the other side of the street, a walking blur I only notice for a second. And her hair is a...

My hunter friend, the one I haven’t converted to my “animals-have-feelings-too” frame of mind, uses a wooden decoy in an attempt to lure...

In the yard, you felt sorry for the slug that crept so slowly up the stem of one of your greens. Poor thing, it doesn’t even have a shell...

Before You Die, it seems, has been springing up in bookstores all over the place. “1001 Movies to See Before You Die” – double-faced in...

My cat communes with the mythical, with the infinite and glorious invisible, getting an inside track on the weather and when the sky’s...

The poem I’ve written isn’t good enough. It surely won’t win an award, be published in a magazine or make the list of “Selected Verse.” I...