As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock

In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.

Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,

After all these years my wife at the ironing board, perfect in panties. Donal Mahoney

First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,

She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

He likes people if they are useful. Women are useful. Employees are useful. Voters are useful.

If they irritate you and so many do you don’t seek them out until you need them and when you’re through

I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,

It’s a retirement haven for people with money but it works like a Roach Motel. People move i… but never move out. You and your wife move in to