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 ...

The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...

Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade

Pastor Homer is a jealous man and Opal gives him fits through 40 years of marriage dancing, laughing kissing other men

Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain

Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people

I never remember year to year but then some morning in March I’ll walk out in the yard

Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...

You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd