Beautiful fall day in a potter’s field outside a small town. A funeral is underway but that doesn’t stop

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it

I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play

Wally and Stan neighbors on the same block for 30 years never had a problem until Wally asked Stan over

A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand

Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.

Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,

Wally read something he thought good advice for those who lose the race. “Make friends of the

My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog

Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute

Covey of nuns without benefit of wimple graciously attired sport coat, turtleneck, skirt scurry through the airport

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

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

He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year