Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them

If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.

Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.

Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings

The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask

Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for impro...

When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do

Things are quiet here, a friend wr… in the first email of his long lif… Most mornings I drive to Gillson… sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony.

The ones we didn’t abort we’re starting to euthanize so no worries there. It’s the ones in the middle still walking around

Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold

What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other

Paul was at the office when the first atomic bomb fell and when Muntz TVs replaced console radios and the first man landed on the mo… He saw the first big computers tru…

Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out ...

Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops