An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar
In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books
Some emails are more difficult to receive from a child long out of college
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...
No one goes to the patio now except at night when Ann goes out to spread old bread and sunflower seed on the small table for birds
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
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,
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God, Jesus told his disciples.
Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food.
Mrs. Ryan keeps her cat inside at… but lets it out at dawn to go anyw… while she’s at work. Every day the… crosses the road to call on the Wi… Mrs. Ryan doesn’t know her cat ca…
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
Months roar by like weeks and weeks disappear like days, two coots in a bar admit on New Year’s Eve, reminiscing over a beer
You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,
No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,