As the pastor of a small southern church, I'm often asked by our younger members about this prickly notion of global warming. They herd around me, as adolescents are prone to do, and they ask me, “Dear father, is this something that we should fear, these…

Legless dancer may you rest./We killed it, night tout a mile/your costumes to vagrants' arias.

At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…

I have cherished the memory of that meal since and have sought out Indian restaurants all over the world. San later told me that the best Indian food was to be had in London

I listen for more tragic news, but when Lewis gives way to a pharmaceutical ad touting a new-and-improved antidepressant that also whitens teeth, I decide to get out of bed.

One time at Alan Gatino's house in second grade we found a rattlesnake skin underneath the porch. We showed his mother, who screamed but collected herself quickly. She told us to listen for the loud shaking and to stay away. Alan's mother was not the proactive type…

The cat lay in the street, the right side of her skull smashed into the pavement, brains oozing and blood pooling around her...

He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.” He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di

Well, no, idiot, you could think to yourself all you wanted to: turning down the Univ. of Chicago, all other things (like financial aid) in place, to go to B.C., would be like turning down Columbia, all other things considered, to go to B.U. ¶ You would

Life strikes another blow and away I go: back to the cave to sleep, read, write, dream, soothed by rocking chair therapy, spend hours on hours looking at photo memories, lighting incense and candles, crying, howling out the injustices smothering me. …

Victory! I'm so glad for this "micro-fiction" genre. Suits the modern world.

Art evades me persistently.Tonight is no exception.Outside, the bitter wind blows:suddenly, an oddity comes to minda memory, a glance. A mid summer nightheavy and taintedunder the neon lights.A foolish smile invites me income through the threshold of sinshe appears to…

Down Hawkling Street, The shadows have come and gone The bar, torn apart from the cold and lonely bullets The lights, they stay awake No more kisses She waits for the empty company A shallow visitor to use and abuse As she walks, they…

“Stay away from fad fruits and vegetables like endive, pomegranates and kiwis,” his father said. “Stick with something that people need, something that will last–parsley.”