Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney

My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service

When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney

I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening

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

If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than

In 1920 he came on a boat from Ireland and found his way through Ellis Island. He found a room in a boarding house

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

Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming

After World War II before television, before women had tattoos before men wore earrings, I was a child in a world

Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places

An old friend lost an old friend the other day. Jim said they were both getting up in years and he just happened to outlast Herman. Jim was black and Herman was white but that had never...

She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills

Two men tall, one from here and one from there, in raincoats at a bus stop,