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I stole an apple, ripe and red, ?hanging on my neighbor’s tree. ?“He’ll never miss just one,” I said, ?and ate it up. Then, fat and fed, ?I licked...

Thanksgiving Day, 2010 The turkey’s in the oven. My bare feet rest on the windowsill. A welcome breeze wafts past ten gnarled toes, a late fall treat. The forecast...

St. Peter stands at the Heavenly Gates? enrolling a new admission. “Reporting for duty, sir,” Mike Clancy states. “ First, make a good Act of Contrition. ” Mike signs...