He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.

It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there

Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,

When Bill was a lad his parents preached that Scripture was the truth. Decades later now Bill still believes that.

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.

Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three

A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.

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

She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place

The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars

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’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the

I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days

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