Every morning before the sun comes up there’s a feral cat on our deck waiting for a can of Fancy Feast. It’s been that way for years.

After World War II before television, before women had tattoos before men wore earrings, I was a child in a world

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

These are old people retired and driving slowly from small apartments in economy cars getting out on canes

Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming

Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman

I love my wife and so I licked it lovingly at the very tip the ice cream cone she got me when I’d

He often got bored with her hobby… but this weekend he looks forward… hours of cooking shows on televisi… while he talks with her about her… He finally accepts that she is dyi…

Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,

When you’re a pharmacist you don’t ask customers how they’re doing. You know from the meds they pick up

You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,

He wants to do certain things he should have done before old age and illness reaped their harve… The doctor gives him days perhaps a week to breathe

I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening

It was nearly midnight and I was driving home after a long day when I realized there was no cat food in the house and I would be facing the same trio of feral cats bright and early at t...