A minister’s son married a deacon’s daughter after a long courtship. It was difficult at times doing everything right

I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,

They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds

Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.

There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something

On Saturday mornings several bowed citizens gather on the sidewalk outside the clinic to read the Bible and pray.

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must

This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up

All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney

On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone