It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger
It’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the
I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...
Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.
Ringing in the ears has no cure. It’s called tinnitus and you can pronounce it the way it looks or the way
The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.
Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,
They are a certain way certain ladies are today no matter where they are summer, fall winter, spring even
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
In two more hours I’ll have to sh… shave and coffee-prop my lids and otherwise prepare for day. It’… and now the barkeep, Griggs, is rushing me, the first
Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn
Two old men meet for coffee once a week at a diner while their wives play cribbage. Jim says he has a problem. His wife leaves the water running
