Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,

They weren’t talking at all, back… Deep in that house, conceiving the… they weren’t talking at all, back… And they’re not talking at all, ri… Still in that house, rearing their…

It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,

Let’s stop the crying, Millie. It’s true our friends are dying. They’re old like you and me. Why not celebrate instead that 80 years ago you and I

There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week

I met a proper woman in a proper p… on a Monday in Peoria. I was take… she looked like Jackie after Dall… but without the pillbox hat. She was from New York and I was…

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

Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.

If the poor we will always have with us, then the rich we will have with us as well. Our system gives birth to both. Greed is part of man’s nature,

A drunk on the subway tells another drunk something a bartender told him. He says if the rich guy wins, it will be the first time

Two doves on a telephone wire wait tor the blue jays to finish e… bread put out for the birds. When the jays arrived, sparrows fled into the trees

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,

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills

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