a senryu
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
He was predictable all those years going home after work doing odd jobs around the house
As the snow swirls around them, an old man in a wheelchair uses sign language to tell another old man standing at the bus stop, “Friend,
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
Odd fellow who does odd jobs in the neighborhood four seasons of the year has disappeared in high summer and his customers are nervous.
No more nudes in Playboy according to the anchor on the Nightly News. Playboy has declared nudes passé because
Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy
I never remember year to year but then some morning in March I’ll walk out in the yard
Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city
“We had the other ones done there,… “Why not go there again? Everythi… No complications. Who cares about… Bunch of do-gooders with hidden ca… “I don’t care about the publicity,…
Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.
“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met
Long ago you said birth and death were the bookends of life. Nothing before. Nothing after. We were saplings at the time. Since then we’ve made a lot of mon…
Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.
Used to be after a snow our doorbell would ring and we’d find boys with shovels in hand looking to make some money.