When he was just a boy, they took him to the dump to scavenge, bits of metal, any food that might be eaten. When he became a man,
Yours is the first email I opened… I appreciate your suggested revisi… to send the work back once I’ve ma… I can tell you spent a lot of time… I’m afraid, however, that I can’t…
Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,
Fred brought his old comic books and some hard candy to a food pant… and didn’t think much about it. Just a different kind of donation. Maybe somebody would want them.
Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
After Wisconsin, we see a Trumpeter Swan swimming in circles Donal Mahoney
Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for
Fred’s a reasonable man something he takes pride in. Just the other night before he threw a dish against the wall while
Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark
Jack Bogan died last week, the la… of the Whippets, a garage band big in a small way back in the Sixties… The Whippets had a following in Chicago and its suburbs.
The alarm clock screams at 5 a.m. and I get up to attend a funeral 50 miles away, a long drive back to a corner of Chicago once rife with corned beef and cabbage but
A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low
“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.
I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon
