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Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney

Metaphorically Speaking

Dive under any
skirt that floats
your way, Amish
or otherwise,
metaphorically speaking.
Be an explorer.
 
Sail every sea until
you find the eddy
you want to swirl in
the rest of your life.
Then stake your claim.
Make it your own.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

Other works by Donal Mahoney...
An Urban Tale: First Job Interview

Let’s check the terminal and see what jobs might be available to match your skill set, the interviewer said. The young man
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Carousel of Marriage

Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought
Songwriter’s Nightmare

Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.
After Christmas

You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
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Rain on Good Friday

Many decades ago when I was a kid we always expected rain at 3 p.m. on Good Friday said to be the hour
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Short-Pants Potentate

Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops
An Immodest Proposal

The other day I was talking to a neighbor who said he has found a way to help the poor and improve our environment simultaneously. It’s no secret, he said, that we have a dire food shor...
Blind Artist

The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.
Don’t Miss Another Spring in Carolina

Although it snowed a little Wedne… Jane’s hyacinths are blooming. And in the yard she saw this morni… 50 robins hopping in the sun. Some flew in couples into trees
Atomic Clocks

Years ago my wife bought three wall clocks, atomic clocks they’re called. They require no batteries and you don’t plug them in.
Coma

Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,
A Trick My Father Learned in Prison

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...
When a Debutante Marries a Troll

The problem is, Priscilla grew up in a penthouse having parties whil… Biff came of age under a bridge fighting other trolls, he remember… When Pris calls his office and sa…
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Armadillo Home

Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings
The Deli on Granville

I lived in the attic back then, and late those evenings I had to s… and couldn’t afford to go drinking I’d run down to the deli and buy bagels and smoked lox.



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