Mack the Knife was a dirge. Louis Armstrong and Bobby Darin made it jazzy, catchy – an insidious song…
The hay and crops were on fire, but I turned my back on the haunting flames. Men were flinging buckets…
He would encircle me in his arms and heft me up near shoulders. “The moon,” I would yell. It seemed…
I met that nice man from next door this evening, we usually end up putting out our bins at the…
On a cold day, they stuck him in a cold coffin in the cold ground with the cold birds fluttering…
The man looks frantic, on the point of tears. ‘Sorry to bother you,’ he begins. ‘Did anyone hand in a…
I dread teaching irony. My students were always confused and I was constantly trying to come up with a unique…
“I was obliged to work hard. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed just as well.” -Bach No. I’m not getting…
You never cared for words, did you? I knew it. The moment I saw you. You zinged me. Like a…
‘Have you been to the graveyard recently?’ ‘No. I’m not like you, going every Sunday without fail.’ ‘Well, sadly we…