After all the tests and the doctor’s explanation she thinks of them not as 20 points of cancer but as 20 rusty nails
The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked
An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble
The cur dog tethered to a stake across the road runs back and forth barking all day
It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger
Every once in awhile over the last 40 years Ralph wondered what might have happened to the guy who had moved in with the mother
Been in trouble all my life childhood through old age. I took the alleys
Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves
Everyone who has money should drop it in a vat and anyone who needs money should take what they need a Swede, a Dane and two
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies. Donal Mahoney
Fred jerks back in his recliner as his wife puts him on the spot and asks his opinion about a dress she bought on sale at a fancy place for a great price…
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...
A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney
