Cold Coffee they call him and only a few people know his real name, this odd fellow who raises pigs off the coast of Ireland and comes to town
Bill’s been seeing a therapist for years trying to get his life on track but all he talks about is his many regrets in a life
What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
A tractor trailer with slats and m… pulls up at a city slaughterhouse. The driver pulls the wrong lever and two thousand pounds of trotting cattle go for an easy
He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.
Find the book and blow the dust off. It’s somewhere in the house.
They’re starlets Hollywood has yet to discover, two nice young ladies who assemble sandwiches at the Subway Shop Monday through Friday at noon.
It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,
In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.
She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.