We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

You have the back rent and come home from work and find everything in a mountain out on the lawn with the kids sitting on the curb crying

How many times have I said I’m through teasing myself, through pretending I don’t enjoy the wreath of a woman

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

Made in America means different things to different people. In 1998 they made our old Camry in Japan.

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,

Elmo has spent 40 years cutting hair in a little shop in a country town along the Mississippi. Vegetables and meat

For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...

He’s not among the quick and not among the dead. He’s somewhere in between he tells anyone who stops his wheelchair in the halls

Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.

Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,

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