I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers
Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone
Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…
No one goes to the patio now except at night when Ann goes out to spread old bread and sunflower seed on the small table for birds
On Saturday mornings several bowed citizens gather on the sidewalk outside the clinic to read the Bible and pray.
Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…
Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.
Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian
Melba comes home from the grocery… She was walking away from the dair… He was there with a pregnant girl… He said to Melba, “Ma’m, is this… Melba told him it was margarine.
America had a choice November 8 between a devil they know and a devil they don’t. They chose
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop
There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week