Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian
We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…
We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two o...
He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day
According to reports certain White House interns past, present and future are asking Americans not to vote for Hillary
Hillary was at the podium setting the record straight for people who have a problem with the tone of her voice. She said when Bill was
Millicent was the daughter who danced ballet and sang until she met Butchie on a rainy day. He was in coveralls and cowboy hat and fixed
If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than
“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what
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 late Justice Scalia, a strict conservative on the Supreme Court, would have voted in favor of prayer
You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture
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,