This just in. In metro St. Louis last night a woman gave birth to a boy in the bathroom of her second-floor apartment.
Cold Coffee they call him and only a few people know his real name, this odd fellow who raises pigs off the coast of Ireland and comes to town
We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two o...
Easter Brunch is a big deal in the metropolis where Fred lives… Restaurants run their ads Ash Wednesday through Good Frida… Years ago brunch began at 11
First, we place the neck on the bl… and put the basket underneath the head and then make sure the bl… is sharp enough before we ask the… one more time just to be polite:
There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something
July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees
It doesn’t matter who wins. Life will go on as it has in previous years when others have won and have taken charge.
An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar
There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear
You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree
Used to be she’d tell him what to get at the grocery store and he always brought it back. Now she makes a list.
Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.