Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places

If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

He lives at the edge of a forest and loves all the different trees. He comes to the city for food and basic necessities. He hates the long drive

I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let’s call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbo...

It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us

Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…

Being poor on our patch of land was better than being poor all the years I’ve lived in the ci… We had a couple of cows, a rooster and seven hens.

Strong man Samson told Delilah seven locks of hair were the secret of his strength

Used to be she’d tell him what to get at the grocery store and he always brought it back. Now she makes a list.

Six months ago an old black couple moved into an old brick house on a block of old white people. A dither erupted over the fences

Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right

One by one young nurses crisp in their white caps bring the old folks out crumpled in their wheelchairs from this towering building