Holiday Parties Millie comes home bawling from another holiday party and Willie asks what’s the problem. Millie says her friends are cheese…

During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t

Fancy spam emails I don’t mind nor the ones cobbled in broken English from someone who says he’s with a bank overseas

Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney

It’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the

Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,

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,

Thirty years I’ve lived in Missou… with its major threat for an earth… So far no problems but experts say the big one could arrive any day. California’s lovely but with its q…

The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look

“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.

She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.

The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.