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In grade school, there was a regular ritual for the Monarch butterflies. Sixth graders cruised the ditches and roadsides for milkweed plants...

Without haste or care, Winds lightly deal our piled leaves Back to their own yards. .

Yellow. Orange. Red. At the sun's silent signal, The green mask slides off. .

The North Wind, laughing At soft pink buds that believed Its lying zephyrs. .

PAINT THE BIRDS Paint the birds, tuppence a can Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a can "Paint the birds," that's what she says Whi...

 I finally got the cards started. The cards themselves are fully realized, corporeally existing, bearing individual proofs, visible to me, o...

Listen, I'm a villain, sure, I've done a few bad things Killed pizza guys I should've tipped, Gave girls exploding rings. I'...

I've been watching The Mickey Mouse Club for the last couple of days, having stumbled on two six-hour tapes of half-hour editions of the...

I knew at the time it happened that this was unusual, but as it recedes into the past, I still can't help being impressed at the sheer u...

One year, early on in our time here, I took Sarah trick-or-treating through the neighborhood. A block from our house, almost parallel with i...

"You don't need an invisible god threatening you with Hell to live a moral life." I said on a social network. "You only h...

It's not that I hate to mow the lawn. I do. But I also think it's better to let the stuff grow. We have all this heat, and it was dr...

The day is best started in the company of a dog, preferably Murray, who meets the world with fortitude and humor. Be like the dog. Sniff thi...

  Comforted by bed, blankets, and morphine, He dreams of ninety-eight years. From cabins to tents to farms to town, Mastering piano as a per...

All right, then. I'm bringing you back from the ceramic cup for a special job. You came to us fresh, clean, and ready to work. I remembe...