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,

Sometimes a person can go too far, Mickey said, two stools over downing another beer,

Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties

Seeing is believing smart people often tell me but no one ever told me believing is seeing

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

I told my wife the other night when she came back to bed my feet were cold so now’s the time for me to tell her not to bury me or burn me

You think you got problems? You probably do but would you trade with Phillip, a Vietnam vet who still thinks Agent Orange lurks in

Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...

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

Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney

The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask

A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.

Some women use perfume and that’s fine. Some don’t and that’s fine too. Over the years

They moved in on Sunday, a bright and sunny day, the first black family on the bloc… They drove up in two U-Hauls and slowly carried furniture