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

I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor told him. The six months ...

Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,

I wish he had never come out from behind the stove, that spider I stepped on at 4 a.m. He was a big one bothering no one.

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

Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month

Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice

The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look

I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails

In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked

Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...

A poor man comes to the door after the storm last winter and asks if he can have something to eat if he shovels the walk. You say forget about the snow.

In the woods soft snow falls on the first day of spring. Two daffodils laugh. Donal Mahoney

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.

There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear