Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails
It’s time to leave the man alone. He’s getting old, his wife says. He’s really slowing down. He’s always been a man occupied with one thing
You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd
Bella takes two big pills every morning followed by one each of another three.
You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing
We’re twins. We’ve been together from the start. You’re the doctor. You know that.
Phil doesn’t go to church but after midnight he enjoys watching preachers on TV swing their bibles in the air, march across the stage, yell
Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers
Even as a child Charles couldn’t forgive other chi… not for something they had done but rather for who they were. They were inferior and couldn’t he…
Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds
As the snow swirls around them, an old man in a wheelchair uses sign language to tell another old man standing at the bus stop, “Friend,
The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped
