Old Yoshiko in Tokyo can’t sleep because her husband snores so she sits in her kimono and eats a few rice cakes with a few sips of saké.
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,
When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there’s a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner’s playing “Mist… Sinatra’s on the headboard improvising lyrics
When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house
Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.
Harvey at 80 is losing his hearing. He can’t hear his wife when she talks, a symphony lost.
For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...
I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…
Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney
Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,
Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year