Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.

She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line

A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know

Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,

A doctor by day Ralph spends his nights ordering tulip bulbs from Holland beautiful and rare

It’s a very busy drug store with seats along the wall where folks who wait for refills sit and sometimes chat but as I discover you can

When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney

Evil without we worry about but not so much evil within, parent to evil without. Evil within, once called sin,

America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books

When you were a boy in 1948 living on a block of bungalows in Chicago right after WWII you had a red wagon you pulled behind your mother

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone