Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother
There are Merry-Go-Rounds on Main Street all over America. They hide in storefronts offering payday loans to people who can’t borrow money anywhere else.
Covey of nuns without benefit of wimple graciously attired sport coat, turtleneck, skirt scurry through the airport
On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met
The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,
Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice
My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.
The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
Every four years I vote and every four years for the last 40 years the same lady has signed me in
Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute
They laugh at him because he’s weak by their standards but they don’t realize they’ve signed a