I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That’s why whenever

“Damn the vernal equinox! Full speed ahead!” is all that Cootie Murphy would ever say when he sat on the last stool at the end of the bar in The Stag & Doe Inn. He wouldn’t say it very ...

Zenobia Jackson told Officer Murphy that her husband, Rufus, was 73 years old and “a wonderful man when he was awake” but for the past year he had been jerking “something terrible” duri...

Covey of nuns without benefit of wimple graciously attired sport coat, turtleneck, skirt scurry through the airport

Gramps knows a minister who collects classic Corvettes. He rents another garage whenever he buys another Corvette. He says his estate will sell the c…

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

He’s a vet from Vietnam who won’t say much about what happened over there except to say his problem began with Agent Orange,

In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.

Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for impro...

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia