The older I get the more I realiz… the importance of getting things d… before your mother announces anoth… assignment to roust me from my ham… As you know I’ve never been much

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

It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney

You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes

My mother always said my father was a little odd and she lived wit… all those years and should have kn… When we were small my sister and… knew he was different. No other fa…

Sometimes an egg comes out of a chicken Sometimes a poem comes out of a title Sometimes a chicken

He tried so hard to be everybody’s friend, agreed with everything we said. Some of us liked him, others were indifferent,

He lives at the edge of a forest and loves all the different trees. He comes to the city for food and basic necessities. He hates the long drive

Old barber shop in a neighborhood never posh now poor. A single chair with an ancient barber

Farmer John knows he’s old but didn’t think he was that old until he went to town one day and met a young lady he liked as much as he likes the corn

Father the chameleon was lime gree… the first day I saw him peering in… my crib smiling and he remained lime green until kindergarten when a nun called the house and sa…

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf