I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills

When Molly and Tim got married they spent hours talking about everything they had to get done. And indeed they got a lot done. Now their kids have families

In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight when the moon was full and the stars were bright, you would see Grandma Groth

When Normal Norman takes his seat in Room 220 in Dumbach Hall to hear the eminent Dr. Engelhard… recite Beowulf again, Norman knows that he can suck

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.

All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror

Years ago my wife bought three wall clocks, atomic clocks they’re called. They require no batteries and you don’t plug them in.

One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three

Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.

I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails