Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.

A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney

Unable to sleep Bill watches preachers on TV after midnight. The preachers warn the Saved Satan is coming to get them. Bill wonders why preachers do this…

He’s not among the quick and not among the dead. He’s somewhere in between he tells anyone who stops his wheelchair in the halls

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

It’s pretty simple, really. The world will end whether we believe the Bible is a myth or truth. If the Bible is the truth,

Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties

It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until

You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.

An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.

I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon