A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses
Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney
Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again.
Should she write about the wonders of nature and say it’s okay to lie on the beach forever without any sunscreen
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
The other day I was talking to a neighbor who said he has found a way to help the poor and improve our environment simultaneously. It’s no secret, he said, that we have a dire food shor...
In America we say we get the government we deserve. That’s been true for the past eight years.
Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird
I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet
Bill’s a conservative upset that Meals on Wheels and Medicaid face possible cuts in America’s budget. He yells to colleagues
My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.
This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then
Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics
