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

I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

When Bill was a lad his parents preached that Scripture was the truth. Decades later now Bill still believes that.

I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,

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

Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing

An article in the paper reports something one doesn’t see happen in America very often. Eighty billionaires, millionaires and others close to that level

Harley turned 70 the other day and died riding his motorcycle through a pink dawn,

That my parents were Irish immigrants is probably the most significant factor in my writing life. The English expelled my father from Ireland around 1920 at age 18 or so for running gun...

They’ve been here for years two blue jays who live in our yard year round. In winter they’re silent at the feeder but screeching