You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,
In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney
Liberal or conservative the questionnaire asks about migrants. Fred’s in the middle. Asked about The Wall
The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.
If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving
Fred’s a reasonable man something he takes pride in. Just the other night before he threw a dish against the wall while
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,
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting
Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.
Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute
They moved in on Sunday, a bright and sunny day, the first black family on the bloc… They drove up in two U-Hauls and slowly carried furniture
Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
