If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
Every time something breaks like the pipe in the wall we heard gushing this morning my wife wants to call
Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for year… Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
I don’t know if I’ll vote for president this year, something I’ve always done since 1960 when I turned old
Let’s look at him from his point o… living as he does in a penthouse on top of a building bearing his n… riding an elevator down a few floo… to an office where he oversees
Officer Burks brings Max the Bloodhound into the alley and Max immediately strains at his leash.
Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.
I know this story to be true because I know Ruben and he wouldn’t lie even though Ruben and I have never met. He lives in Alabama in a hollow and I live in St. Louis. But that makes no ...
You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Two men running for office disagree about everything but have one thing in common. They won’t release their tax returns.
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month
Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of their ow...