Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go

A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies.\ Donal Mahoney

Zenobia Jackson told Officer Murphy that her husband, Rufus, was 73 years old and “a wonderful man when he was awake” but for the past year he had been jerking “something terrible” duri...

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia

I can’t speak for the women attending this conference on Homeland Security. They’re scholars, too, brought here for their expertise.

Things are quiet here, a friend wr… in the first email of his long lif… Most mornings I drive to Gillson… sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony.

Ringing in the ears has no cure. It’s called tinnitus and you can pronounce it the way it looks or the way

When Fred was a boy, he heard his… talk about Grandpa going to town d… to sell the bounty of his harvest. On his farm he had eggs, butter an… vegetables and meat. He’d buy suga…

Dither of blue jays bickering at the feeder. Doves eat well below Donal Mahoney

A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand

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…

Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman