The old priest who won’t retire despite his bishop’s hints rides his bike around the parish every day for exercise. He waves and smiles at everyone
You won’t find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with y… said Joseph Joubert, a French writer whose day job was working for Napoleon.
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
World War II was over but still fresh in the minds of folks who li… in Bill’s hometown in the Ozarks. Independence Day was important. It called for a celebration.
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls
Bella takes two big pills every morning followed by one each of another three.
First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
It started with a smirk she managed to arrest. It returned seconds later in a sneer she pulled back but then it appeared again
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower
In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband
Every time the phone rings Bill’s afraid the caller might say another childhood classmate has di… This will hit him hard because Bill knows he’s moseying along
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out