It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with
My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog
One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone
Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman
Two men running for office disagree about everything but have one thing in common. They won’t release their tax returns.
He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches
Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right
Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…
Phone rings. Wilbur answers it. “This is Grace. Is Thelma there?… “No,” says Wilbur. “She’s out won… “You mean wandering about?” ‘No, she used to wander about. No…
Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn
Forty years Leroy was a doorman at a nice hotel in a big city. He was a country boy the day he got the job because he was tall and the uniform fit, the manager s…
He’s a chef today but Raj Patel was once a swami in another life and a mongoose twice in other lives as well. All this occurred in Bangalore
I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford