Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past
The cur dog tethered to a stake across the road runs back and forth barking all day
Monsanto still has problems after the carnage caused by Agent Orange. People continue to decay. Monsanto’s Roundup
I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.
Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce
Far away and long ago stuff happened in Gramps’ life that he’d like to forget but he can’t, even though he can’t always remember what he had for breakfast, lunch or dinner. But anything...
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney
You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
The media is brimming with reports about the legacy of Barack Obama. He’s accomplished so much it’s tough for experts to name his signature achievement.
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney
