Please tell me if I’m right about what you just told me. You say he came to Earth, died for me, rose from the dead
Should she write about the wonders of nature and say it’s okay to lie on the beach forever without any sunscreen
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...
He’s at least 70 now and has never forgotten his childhood. He lives with that child every day… He remembers that Thanksgiving Da… his family had parched field corn
The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped
You were a little older than three the day your father taught you how to pee, standing up. Your father trumpeted your triumph and your mother laughed in the kit…
What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was… leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the web… retrieve from underneath the bed
It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin
He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.
Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.
Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
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,
Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job