An imam should say eternity lasts too long to sit by the fire Donal Mahoney

Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere

His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

Aaron loves the show on television about antiques. Tonight they have a Grecian vase worth close to a million dollars. Aaron has stuff in the basement

Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,

Fred’s a reasonable man something he takes pride in. Just the other night before he threw a dish against the wall while

Jack’s a widower. His wife died years ago so every year he takes a plane and helps his mother decorate his childhood home for Christmas.

It boils down to this. There are two kinds of people in Upper Slobovia at the moment, those who prefer hard-boiled eggs chopped in their potato salad

So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,

“You live long enough and bad stuff happens,” Harry told Stella, slurping his coffee. “I’m 94 next week."

In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.

Am I right or am I right, one neighbor asked the other as they walked the few blocks to vote in different primaries. Some people make a good