It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

“Damn the vernal equinox! Full speed ahead!” is all that Cootie Murphy would ever say when he sat on the last stool at the end of the bar in The Stag & Doe Inn. He wouldn’t say it very ...

My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog

All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror

In a yard abandoned this winter when the owner moved grass is growing this spring

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

Odd fellow who does odd jobs in the neighborhood four seasons of the year has disappeared in high summer and his customers are nervous.

Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,

Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy

Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. “I’m going upstairs,” Hubert tells Ruth as he hois...

Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.

He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches

Things are quiet here, a friend wr… in the first email of his long lif… Most mornings I drive to Gillson… sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony.