Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney
Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them
If the poor we will always have with us, then the rich we will have with us as well. Our system gives birth to both. Greed is part of man’s nature,
The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop
They’re starlets Hollywood has yet to discover, two nice young ladies who assemble sandwiches at the Subway Shop Monday through Friday at noon.
The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.
It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather
Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney
Although it snowed a little Wedne… Jane’s hyacinths are blooming. And in the yard she saw this morni… 50 robins hopping in the sun. Some flew in couples into trees
When will you understand it’s all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis. Once you understand
A gathering of elders from the local rest home is out for a walk after dusk on canes and walkers admiring roses and lilies
