Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…

Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing

Harvey has a special room in the basement that’s always lock… He keeps a safe there, some antiqu… and family memorabilia he fears midnight thieves might steal.

Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until

A long time ago you bothered him somehow. Since then he has bothered you back. You don’t know how or

After all these years my wife at the ironing board, perfect in panties. Donal Mahoney

There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over

Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.

In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight when the moon was full and the stars were bright, you would see Grandma Groth

It wasn’t long after her mother died my wife asked if her father could live with us. We had an empty apartment upstairs. Dad wouldn’t be much trouble, she said. He was old now and had d...

Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming

We’re upset when vandals desecrate a cemetery and disrespect the dead not so much when doctors vandalize the womb