The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,
“Screw the Vernal Equinox” is all Cootie Kelly ever says sitting triumphant with his foaming glass of Guinness on the last stool at Maggie’s
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
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,
Hillary was at the podium setting the record straight for people who have a problem with the tone of her voice. She said when Bill was
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.
I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on
Not a leaf left on the crabapple t… instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree… Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with sn…
Jack, age 6, loves the iPad he uses in kindergarten. He already navigates the net to some degree. But when he accompanied his father to the Post Office, he sat quietly on a bench and re...
Months roar by like weeks and weeks disappear like days, two coots in a bar admit on New Year’s Eve, reminiscing over a beer
When ancient Elmer was young and dashing and on the prowl, he would wait for a phone call about love or anger from someone important to him at the time. Over the years more than a few w...
Ralph never planned on dying but when he did, he was swept away like a child’s kite blown astray. When he arrived at his destination… he heard angels singing, harps pla…
During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t