An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner
He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches
Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...
Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.
You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people
I told my wife the other night when she came back to bed my feet were cold so now’s the time for me to tell her not to bury me or burn me
Books covered in dust are stacked from floor to ceiling. Screens light up the house. Donal Mahoney
Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother
It was always a lovely yard, the grass green, never a weed. Dandelions in spring were an endangered species as soon as she spotted them.
That my parents were Irish immigrants is probably the most significant factor in my writing life. The English expelled my father from Ireland around 1920 at age 18 or so for running gun...
Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
He was predictable all those years going home after work doing odd jobs around the house
She was old already when you had her in 8th grade and she said you should sit in the first seat third row right in front of her for
