What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was… leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the web… retrieve from underneath the bed

It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather

He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day

No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…

This time Wilma is ready for the bastards jimmying her front door, coming back for more. The first time she was asleep,

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,

Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.

Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain

They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them

America has no caste system but America has castes. Like every other nation America has its rich and poor with everyone else sardined

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

Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney

You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.