First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
The last visitor before I sleep is always the old priest puffing up the stairs to my door, a wine cask under each arm, a loaf of pumpernickel in his teet…
Newlyweds cuddle on a bench in their garden. A hummingbird pauses then enters a lily. They make love in public.
You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd
From my stool in the diner I watc… the old woman with elm tree arms command the big booth in back and roar for a menu, take a half hour to read it
Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…
Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow in February and says six more weeks of winter. That same day the first moth of spring lands on my storm door
In the fall we lose an hour in most of the United States when we have to turn our clocks back. This is not the case
America had a choice November 8 between a devil they know and a devil they don’t. They chose
You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust
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.
He’s a citizen who has a problem with people walking toward him walking behind him walking next to him
The problem with Chloe is she moved to San Diego where the weather’s fair but hasn’t found anyone who’ll listen to her so she