For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
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
Things reach a certain age, an age at which things don’t work the way they once did. The battery in your car,
Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in. Donal Mahoney
Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God
It wasn’t long after her mother died my wife asked if her father could live with us. We had an empty apartment upstairs. Dad wouldn’t be much trouble, she said. He was old now and had d...
I’m on my way to Larry’s Place, a food pantry in the city. I park a block away because parking in front of Larry’s isn’t wise even if one drives
You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,
Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.
For years Willie has saved his mo… investing it in stocks and bonds, waiting to sit in his recliner each quarter with a martini reviewing his profits.
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she
So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,