They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s

Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what

I’ll have to ask some preacher what if he comes when it’s inconvenient when I’m bowling or lifting a stein of lager

Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding

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

The two religions differ in a number of ways Insha’Allah! Alleluia! There’s a radical difference especially in their martyrs.

A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin

Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,

When the president speaks from the podium and mentions the 20 children shot to death at Sandy Hook by a lunatic with a rifle,

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year

Two doves on a telephone wire wait tor the blue jays to finish e… bread put out for the birds. When the jays arrived, sparrows fled into the trees

These are old people retired and driving slowly from small apartments in economy cars getting out on canes