Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,
Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney
They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them
I told my wife the other night when she came back to bed my feet were cold so now’s the time for me to tell her not to bury me or burn me
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
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
A few years ago Herb Adams, a plumber by trade, went with his wife, Ellie, to her flower show where many ladies and a few men displayed their skill arranging flowers they had grown in t...
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
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,
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
It was a mistake to take home economics out of the curriculum at so many high schools, says Wally, a retired teacher who has an ongoing interest in education. He taught high school for ...
Been in trouble all my life childhood through old age. I took the alleys
I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.
So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,