America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.
Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.
“We had the other ones done there,… “Why not go there again? Everythi… No complications. Who cares about… Bunch of do-gooders with hidden ca… “I don’t care about the publicity,…
Things are quiet here, a friend wr… in the first email of his long lif… Most mornings I drive to Gillson… sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony.
His cardiologist says Fred’s doing well for a man of 80. It won’t be his heart that kills him.
Harvey has a special room in the basement that’s always lock… He keeps a safe there, some antiqu… and family memorabilia he fears midnight thieves might steal.
Three times a day a train roars through a field a farm away booming like an Angus bull looking for companionship.
I came back to You late and still don’t understand why the Father asked You to die for me and everyone else. I learned the Ten Commandments
We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on
Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade
You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude
You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little
Little Nora and Grandpa Bill sit on swings in Grandma’s garden. A hummingbird arrives to sample the brilliant flowers at this buff… Grandpa Bill sees a teaching mome…
The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney
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…