Outside, the still of crickets. Inside, petals of a cold sore foliate,

Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to

It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master

Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat

Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding

“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

Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,

An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.

After he died on a tree, he rose and told the twelve before he ascended he would return some day. The twelve told others and they

When Fred was a boy, he heard his… talk about Grandpa going to town d… to sell the bounty of his harvest. On his farm he had eggs, butter an… vegetables and meat. He’d buy suga…

No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie’s number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worke...

He tried so hard to be everybody’s friend, agreed with everything we said. Some of us liked him, others were indifferent,