On Saturday mornings several bowed citizens gather on the sidewalk outside the clinic to read the Bible and pray.

A gray summer day the sun is on vacation sunflowers hang their heads Donal Mahoney

It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there

Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time

Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.

Officer Burks brings Max the Bloodhound into the alley and Max immediately strains at his leash.

He likes people if they are useful. Women are useful. Employees are useful. Voters are useful.

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.

After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,

The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across

Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings