On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
I love my wife and so I licked it lovingly at the very tip the ice cream cone she got me when I’d
Two doves on a telephone wire wait tor the blue jays to finish e… bread put out for the birds. When the jays arrived, sparrows fled into the trees
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
The problem is, Priscilla grew up in a penthouse having parties whil… Biff came of age under a bridge fighting other trolls, he remember… When Pris calls his office and sa…
Some women use perfume and that’s fine. Some don’t and that’s fine too. Over the years
Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird
I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days
He doesn’t understand distressed j… Designer jeans with rents and tear… look like the rags he grew up in wearing other people’s discards. His mother got his jeans from a ch…
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,
Father the chameleon was lime gree… the first day I saw him peering in… my crib smiling and he remained lime green until kindergarten when a nun called the house and sa…
I bring a milkshake every other we… to an old man in a nursing home, a refugee from Germany who paid me 50 cents to cut his grass when I w… a kid in Chicago after WWII.
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
You think you got problems? You probably do but would you trade with Phillip, a Vietnam vet who still thinks Agent Orange lurks in
Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...