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....

When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do

Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...

Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for

You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust

Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way

Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,

In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books

Every once in awhile over the last 40 years Ralph wondered what might have happened to the guy who had moved in with the mother

I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,

Some never hear of him and likely never will— pygmies in Africa, aborigines in Tasmania, the indigenous in South America.

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

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,