Not a leaf left on the crabapple t… instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree… Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with sn…
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
Drive around almost any city and you will find the homeless napping on a bench. Folks who drive to church on Sund… often view the homeless as litter
An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.
Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.
If you arrive too early at the public library and stand on the steps with Mabel till the doors open
Six men were sitting at the table in the Day Room, as they call it, at the Whitehall Rest Home. They were playing poker and they had a newcomer in their midst. It was Bill, a retired fa...
It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts
The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark
When Bill was a lad his parents preached that Scripture was the truth. Decades later now Bill still believes that.