Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at To… Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse

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.

Couples age and a sign of age is w… the husband hires someone to shove… and the wife hires a cleaning lady… Sometimes the wife doesn’t like th… and the husband doesn’t like the c…

Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold

The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden

Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.

In two more hours I’ll have to sh… shave and coffee-prop my lids and otherwise prepare for day. It’… and now the barkeep, Griggs, is rushing me, the first