Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,

I’ll have to ask some preacher what if he comes when it’s inconvenient when I’m bowling or lifting a stein of lager

After 50 years Wilma at her class reunion thinks Waldo’s changed with age that he’s nice now, not the snake she wed

Niagara Falls her silver hair so long it bounces off the swan

Phil went to Memorial Park yester… on his crutches and saw new crosse… in the ground commemorating vetera… Must be a hundred more than last y… HIs brother’s cross is there, in…

We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,

They never held hands when they were a couple young and newly married as much in love as they were planning a wonderful life.

There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear

You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude

Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,

Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.

It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he