Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet?

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia

Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God

Fred prefers a mouse connected by a wire to his keyboard. Walt prefers a mouse that’s portable, able

Your life as explained in your letter recently received is very difficult to read. It’s been 40 years since we last saw each other or talked. Most of your problems I knew nothing about....

After World War II before television, before women had tattoos before men wore earrings, I was a child in a world

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.

Sometimes a person can go too far, Mickey said, two stools over downing another beer,

In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked

Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.

Fred has been working with an agency called Hunters for the Hungry for five years. During that time, his food bank has received thousands of pounds of venison to feed the poor. This yea...