The soup kitchen opens an hour late. The rain finally stops and the hungry file in. They’ve had a long wait.
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
When Martha gets home from cooking class this afternoon, Martin will be gone after 30 years of marriage. Martha won’t know why
The others, of course, are more ra… but less apt to show it. Whenever I strike, I never romp o… I stand with the wrist that I’ve… from the lady locked in my teeth
If they irritate you and so many do you don’t seek them out until you need them and when you’re through
A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back
Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.
I love my wife and so I licked it lovingly at the very tip the ice cream cone she got me when I’d
Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman