Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney

In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie’s number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worke...

Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at To… Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse

Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.

Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet?

The amount in every paycheck has a period in it. Those who get a paycheck every week dream about seeing a comma three spaces in front of the perio…

Since kindergarten Darius and Cla… have ridden the same bus to school from the city to way out in the su… They’re the only black kids in 8th… Their schoolmates have welcomed th…

Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway

In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.

A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand

You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little

In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm

Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right