Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves
It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow
Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
When Homer stubs his toe or bumps his elbow, the pain is always piercing but Homer’s a pious man so swearing isn’t for him.
When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
They’re starlets Hollywood has yet to discover, two nice young ladies who assemble sandwiches at the Subway Shop Monday through Friday at noon.
One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.
Herb remembers when he was young he’d go to the doctor and complain about aches and pains and sniffles… Now he’s up in years and still goes to the doctor but never
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month
As we know, sometimes we can see the big picture by peeking through a keyhole. And in America today perhaps we can see better the state of innocence among young children by looking at a...
For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears
I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly
Paul was at the office when the first atomic bomb fell and when Muntz TVs replaced console radios and the first man landed on the mo… He saw the first big computers tru…
I know this story to be true because I know Ruben and he wouldn’t lie even though Ruben and I have never met. He lives in Alabama in a hollow and I live in St. Louis. But that makes no ...
