“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what
“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met
Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.
Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiche…
Homer’s a chair arranger who works in meeting rooms on 30 floors in a building tall as Trump Tower. At least it looks that tall to him
He likes people if they are useful. Women are useful. Employees are useful. Voters are useful.
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics
The Downy is the smallest flicker but his arrival is uninvited and disturbs the hummingbirds circling in fury while he with bravado
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
Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman
I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…
It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts
An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time
Little Nora and Grandpa Bill sit on swings in Grandma’s garden. A hummingbird arrives to sample the brilliant flowers at this buff… Grandpa Bill sees a teaching mome…
My grandson whispers the morning dew sparkles like diamonds in the grass. Donal Mahoney