The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across
Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird
It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts
She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line
Lamentations loud amid the tears following Orlando. Another call to take guns from people
Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
My mother always said my father was a little odd and she lived wit… all those years and should have kn… When we were small my sister and… knew he was different. No other fa…
When bread is this good a morsel will suffice and when wine
After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm
You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother
