Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia

It’s almost time for the Academy… Theaters are showing their best mo… and someone I know wants to go. I used to pay 15 cents to see Roy… in black and white cowboy up on Tr…

Mrs. Ryan keeps her cat inside at… but lets it out at dawn to go anyw… while she’s at work. Every day the… crosses the road to call on the Wi… Mrs. Ryan doesn’t know her cat ca…

All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror

It will be a while before Fred’s hometown has its annual food drive, he told me. That’s an important event because it helps stock the pantry at the small charity where he volunteers. Ri...

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it

Only the blind man with his leader dog and tapping cane stops when the homeless man standing near the curb

A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney

America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.

That’s a very big tree and a boy scout could climb it with all the right gear. But it’s a condominium, too. You would disturb families.

Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian

Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.