The average man looks at himself in the mirror 23 times a day, the average woman 16 times a British survey reports. Men look to “admire” themselves,

The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.

That my parents were Irish immigrants is probably the most significant factor in my writing life. The English expelled my father from Ireland around 1920 at age 18 or so for running gun...

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.

Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing

Old Sam in Room 322 at the nursing home asked the nurse to push his bed near the window because in October he likes to watch the l…

Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney

Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat

Forget the fall equinox. Fall arrives when all the moths that dance on summer nights around the porch light disappear when the first cold dawn appears.

Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

The last visitor before I sleep is always the old priest puffing up the stairs to my door, a wine cask under each arm, a loaf of pumpernickel in his teet…

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be to...

In the fourth grade too many moons ago a reassuring teacher looked over my shoulder and said not to worry about

All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney