This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then

You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays

I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days

If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,

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

Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city

He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.

Officer Burks brings Max the Bloodhound into the alley and Max immediately strains at his leash.

Simply because anchors have little to say means they’ll keep saying it till others believe. This is America.

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

He wants to do certain things he should have done before old age and illness reaped their harve… The doctor gives him days perhaps a week to breathe

Handsome is as handsome does, Jeanie always said, when Donald was away on business.

It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather