I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.
The doctor tells Phil and his wif… he’s in pretty good health for a m… his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
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
Someone you respect does something that sticks in your craw like a fish bone dining in a crab shack. You try to cough it up
I don’t know the answer but perhaps the Dalai Lama knows the final resting place of pygmies who live in jungles unexplored and never hear a sermon from
Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job
Being out of work during the holidays is twice as bad and twice that’s happened now to Wally Ballew
Things are quiet here, a friend wr… in the first email of his long lif… Most mornings I drive to Gillson… sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony.
Were she here with me now, by the waist I would raise her, a chalice of wonder. I’d bellow hosannas and whirl her around,
Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian
