He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him

Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.

The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across

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.

I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.

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

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 ...

I came back to You late and still don’t understand why the Father asked You to die for me and everyone else. I learned the Ten Commandments

There are Merry-Go-Rounds on Main Street all over America. They hide in storefronts offering payday loans to people who can’t borrow money anywhere else.

It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

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