It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us

Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway

We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,

You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust

Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

Story in the paper this morning almost ruined breakfast. In a rural county far from where… the natives shoot stray dogs on si… In my city, an agency picks up str…

I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,

Fred’s not a hunter but Animus is a beast he’d hunt down and kill and mount on his wall if he had a clear shot

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

The uncommon is common in America today. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Seinfeld

Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until

We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree

Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three