The old priest who won’t retire despite his bishop’s hints rides his bike around the parish every day for exercise. He waves and smiles at everyone
They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls
It’s not good when two disturbed p… with little in common disagree by… on something important. Tone and content can get raucous and make matters worse because eac…
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
Wally made the long drive home from vacation on Election Day because he wanted to vote. He went for a jog and then to the… and cast his vote for his candidat…
Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman
Only the blind man with his leader dog and tapping cane stops when the homeless man standing near the curb
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
I don’t know why my wife and I are up at four in the morning sitting in recliners drinking coff… staring at half-hour commercials claiming to cure everything
Drive around almost any city and you will find the homeless napping on a bench. Folks who drive to church on Sund… often view the homeless as litter
The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,
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
Lamentations loud amid the tears following Orlando. Another call to take guns from people
I don’t know the answer but perhaps the Dalai Lama knows the final resting place of pygmies who live in jungles unexplored and never hear a sermon from