Used to be after a snow our doorbell would ring and we’d find boys with shovels in hand looking to make some money.

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV

On their honeymoon he asked her not to sit down. Might bruise the peaches. Donal Mahoney

He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day

In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

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

Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney

Many years later when I meet her… on my way out of the Russian Tea… I notice how beautiful she is dini… a man more attentive than I was ba… But I see chaos dancing in her ey…

It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until

The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney

Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again.

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.