Find the book and blow the dust off. It’s somewhere in the house.
Ducktail haircut back in the Fifties made you a rebel without a cause with all your friends.
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.
Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up
I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me
A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses
Last night my recliner broke. I used the lever to lean back and I went way back, almost heels over head. A shock. I hate going to the recliner store
He’s always believed people of every faith can live in peace together in America no matter what happens
It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea
This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then
I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.
It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin
So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,
Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people