A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low

The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice

Granny watches nature in the city from her window after the nurse takes her tray away. She likes to watch the bird feeder grandson Ahmad hung for cardinals,

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why

Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark

After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.

When the president speaks from the podium and mentions the 20 children shot to death at Sandy Hook by a lunatic with a rifle,

A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies. Donal Mahoney

Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be to...

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm