She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.

If you’re a reprobate in recovery you have to be careful what you do… You’re no different than an alcoho… always in danger of falling again. At least an alcoholic has a diseas…

She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he

Perhaps there should be a hard rock band called myasthenia gravis. A rare disease for which there is no cure, MG doesn’t kill anyone right away but unmanaged it’s hard to live with. In ...

A woman was seated next to me as we waited for the debate to sta… The candidates were late taking th… She said she shouldn’t have come because she couldn’t vote for eith…

Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,

Walking very slowly, ancient Wall… right behind his ancient Molly who… stepping down the garden path, her first time out in weeks, wobbly still on her new knee.

Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm

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

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

She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place

It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

In the woods soft snow falls on the first day of spring. Two daffodils laugh. Donal Mahoney