Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
At a school reunion festive and grand a young teacher makes a point with a retired teacher
You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t
Take it from Martin, if you live in an old house, as much as you love it, bad things happen Despite maintenance,
You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little
Let’s check the terminal and see what jobs might be available to match your skill set, the interviewer said. The young man
I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet
I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where
I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me
Jesus, can we talk? Some folks say you’re coming back any day now but many of them have been saying that for years. They say it could happen tomorrow, or maybe next week, and they’ve al...
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look