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,

Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.

Been in trouble all my life childhood through old age. I took the alleys

Ducktail haircut back in the Fifties made you a rebel without a cause with all your friends.

Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.

Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in. Donal Mahoney

I lived in the attic back then, and late those evenings I had to s… and couldn’t afford to go drinking I’d run down to the deli and buy bagels and smoked lox.

Jack’s a widower. His wife died years ago so every year he takes a plane and helps his mother decorate his childhood home for Christmas.

The Downy is the smallest flicker but his arrival is uninvited and disturbs the hummingbirds circling in fury while he with bravado

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

Some things you can’t undo. A remark, perhaps, you can retract or try to with an explanation. But a certain look can burn forever in the mind

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

Phil went to Memorial Park yester… on his crutches and saw new crosse… in the ground commemorating vetera… Must be a hundred more than last y… HIs brother’s cross is there, in…

Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.