It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in
There’s a football field between u… I’m in one of the end zones bellow… and you’re in the other one bawlin… the cliffs of your cheekbones streaked with mascara.
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
Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.
“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
Someone broke in the house the weekend the elderly couple was out of town, a family thing. The TV, the couch and computer were gone.
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
The longer I live the greater Mar… compared with those who have tried… The man had integrity, guts, ideas… It was heartbreaking in the Sixti… filled with hope for change in Ame…
Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. “I’m going upstairs,” Hubert tells Ruth as he hois...
On Sundays Walter gives Pastor J… magazines to read along with comments on his sermons. The pastor loves the magazines but Walter is leaving for another…
When bread is this good a morsel will suffice and when wine
They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often