One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.

You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

We’re upset when vandals desecrate a cemetery and disrespect the dead not so much when doctors vandalize the womb

Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.

You have to be married at least 30 years to know what your wife is thinking before she says it aloud. More than 40 years to know

I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be to...

In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband

Linda’s on TV this morning being interviewed by someone who specializes in interviewing unusual people. Linda’s a smart woman but

Your life as explained in your letter recently received is very difficult to read. It’s been 40 years since we last saw each other or talked. Most of your problems I knew nothing about....

And so I’ll tell old Max, and maybe he will listen, it’s time to call the plumber in and tell him,