The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Larry and Bob have the same birth… Their friends at the Gathering Pl… where they plan to celebrate the y… Larry says his children will take… for a nice dinner and it will be g…
Last night my recliner broke. I used the lever to lean back and I went way back, almost heels over head. A shock. I hate going to the recliner store
Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple
Sometimes it helps to learn a relative has died a close relative you haven’t seen in years and didn’t plan to see again because
Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian
He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over
Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted
The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.
Were she here with me now, by the waist I would raise her, a chalice of wonder. I’d bellow hosannas and whirl her around,
Cold Coffee they call him and only a few people know his real name, this odd fellow who raises pigs off the coast of Ireland and comes to town
A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies. Donal Mahoney
Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.
A spelunker he was from adolescence on. An outdoorsman with the best equipment exploring caves
I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,
