Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but

The problem doesn’t lie in not knowing. It lies in our not seeking him because when we die we meet him and we’re blinded by

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana

If they irritate you and so many do you don’t seek them out until you need them and when you’re through

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

In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband

Lamentations loud amid the tears following Orlando. Another call to take guns from people

twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job

The average man looks at himself in the mirror 23 times a day, the average woman 16 times a British survey reports. Men look to “admire” themselves,

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

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

The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.

When Homer stubs his toe or bumps his elbow, the pain is always piercing but Homer’s a pious man so swearing isn’t for him.