Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

Sometimes an egg comes out of a chicken Sometimes a poem comes out of a title Sometimes a chicken

Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat

Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because

“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

In a long marriage couples communicate in so many ways, often in silence. In recent years I rise very early and now leave post-it notes

You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,

The day Paul got married, his old girlfriend called his hous… just before he and his bride Anne caught the plane for their honeymo… Paul was outside packing the car

What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was… leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the web… retrieve from underneath the bed

My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.

“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

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year