They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s
After 50 years Wilma at her class reunion thinks Waldo’s changed with age that he’s nice now, not the snake she wed
When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb
How are things, Adolph? This is Brian, from NBC. Thanks for the interview. It will air in September if the network brings me back.
My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.
The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look
Melba comes home from the grocery… She was walking away from the dair… He was there with a pregnant girl… He said to Melba, “Ma’m, is this… Melba told him it was margarine.
Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,
As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock
Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five
It’s outpatient surgery and she’s running late trying to catch a spider in the kitchen sink. Wants to carry it outside
It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,
Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for year… Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again