Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury

No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,

We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree

I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor told him. The six months ...

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia

On their honeymoon he asked her not to sit down. Might bruise the peaches. Donal Mahoney

On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a

When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because

Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of their ow...

I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me

I came back to You late and still don’t understand why the Father asked You to die for me and everyone else. I learned the Ten Commandments

July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees