Three times a day a train roars through a field a farm away booming like an Angus bull looking for companionship.
Pete’s never needed anything from childhood on. His parents had it all and gave it to him so it’s hard for him to understand why
Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiche…
Standing in line behind a father and his little boy waiting to reach the register
I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails
Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney
This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day
Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.
If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
Cold Coffee they call him and only a few people know his real name, this odd fellow who raises pigs off the coast of Ireland and comes to town
Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a fe...
In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans
What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other
I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,