A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job

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

He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day

After all the tests and the doctor’s explanation she thinks of them not as 20 points of cancer but as 20 rusty nails

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...

Through the nursery glass Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela, his twelfth, in the arms of a nurs… Pink as a peony with brilliant black hair,

Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian

She’s not young, his wife. They’ve been together 40 years but when she gardens in her shorts and he’s lying in his hammock she’… a lovely sight to see so when she

Liberal or conservative the questionnaire asks about migrants. Fred’s in the middle. Asked about The Wall

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,