One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
Melanie cried for hours the day a drunk driver ran over her dog a week after she had an abortion. She loved that dog so much she told her mother she knew
You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,
They’re starlets Hollywood has yet to discover, two nice young ladies who assemble sandwiches at the Subway Shop Monday through Friday at noon.
You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes
Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney
Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone
Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right
You have the back rent and come home from work and find everything in a mountain out on the lawn with the kids sitting on the curb crying
Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three
The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
Old barber shop in a neighborhood never posh now poor. A single chair with an ancient barber