The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
He lives in the attic of the brownstone down on the corner, been there for years. He’s seen twice a day
The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
The amount in every paycheck has a period in it. Those who get a paycheck every week dream about seeing a comma three spaces in front of the perio…
We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor
The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
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
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...
If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake
Bella takes two big pills every morning followed by one each of another three.
This just in. In metro St. Louis last night a woman gave birth to a boy in the bathroom of her second-floor apartment.
Grandpa has a grandson he hopes will win a scholarship to meet the high cost of college. He tells his grandson to learn how to play the tuba and apply
