Little Sally Harrington reeked of cigarette smoke. The second grader stood behind the office counter, a frown on her face. Must be the puffy jacket, Carol thought, getting up from her desk to find out what the girl wanted. She...
Read MoreI shall never again contrive to stand with soapy bucket in drive— hose too short, too much lather too much muss, fuss and bother. Nor will I do the self-drive through The flashing lights I bump into I see “DRIVE FORWARD” then...
Read MoreLori puts aside the stack of papers she has been marking at the kitchen table, yawns, and gets up to look for her backscratcher. It’s that darn itch between her shoulder blades, just a fraction of an inch farther than she can...
Read MoreThank you for sixty-six years of service, for withstanding a life of bombardment: first it was sugar then drilling and filling but you kept going through one challenge after another, got your crown of enameled glory and fought...
Read Moreone white face in herd of velvet-black cows, tall goat straight legged on trunk of rusty car rough grey grass, sky thick with lofty clouds hanging over treeless expanse, snow sprinkled brush– April in...
Read Morewarmish breeze touches bursting new leaves rosebuds emerge from snowmelt and I, wearing new black patent shoes straw hat with yellow cloth daisies and pink cotton candy coat have a good reason to go to church After a career in...
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