An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

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

I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

There’s nothing wrong with you. We both know this is true but there’s something wrong with m… and you know what that is. It’s the elephant in the room

Where I live the press says teen use of heroin is epidemic. I thought an epidemic was a widespread disease afflicting thousands caught in

Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made

It’s a disgusting thing but Paddy Gilhooley, who knew better as a child, had begun farting in church very early in life. He started in grammar school, many decades ago, long before the ...

Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…

America had a choice November 8 between a devil they know and a devil they don’t. They chose

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,

When my neighbor told me over the fence a month ago the doctor said she had two years to live,

Millicent was the daughter who danced ballet and sang until she met Butchie on a rainy day. He was in coveralls and cowboy hat and fixed

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why