Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

Reunions can happen and leave you speechless. I’m standing at a bank of elevators in a hospital going to visit my wife

It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin

First, we place the neck on the bl… and put the basket underneath the head and then make sure the bl… is sharp enough before we ask the… one more time just to be polite:

They buried Colleen Garrity today a woman 95 few people thought would ever die and what a lovely eulogy her cousin Paddy gave. Paddy must be 80 if a day yet he

A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equal...

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

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn

The media is brimming with reports about the legacy of Barack Obama. He’s accomplished so much it’s tough for experts to name his signature achievement.

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk

The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a

Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right