Herb’s a middle-age son with a big family and lots of pressure. Too busy to care for Mom and Pop so he drives to Shady Lane to see if he thinks they might like the p…
After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,
Yours is the first email I opened… I appreciate your suggested revisi… to send the work back once I’ve ma… I can tell you spent a lot of time… I’m afraid, however, that I can’t…
Beautiful fall day in a potter’s field outside a small town. A funeral is underway but that doesn’t stop
Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
Yes, fifty years ago today it happened. Quite a story. He was your favorite uncle and he liked you a lot too. You were all torn up.
Every time something breaks like the pipe in the wall we heard gushing this morning my wife wants to call
She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.
The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney
Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....