I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day
“Screw the Vernal Equinox” is all Cootie Kelly ever says sitting triumphant with his foaming glass of Guinness on the last stool at Maggie’s
Newlyweds cuddle on a bench in their garden. A hummingbird pauses then enters a lily. They make love in public.
My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog
I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children
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.
I’ll have to ask some preacher what if he comes when it’s inconvenient when I’m bowling or lifting a stein of lager
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat
Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an eth...
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
Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn
Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That’s why whenever