Even though we’re getting older even rickety in some respects my wife and I remain involved in the joys of life.
My grandson whispers the morning dew sparkles like diamonds in the grass. Donal Mahoney
They weren’t talking at all, back… Deep in that house, conceiving the… they weren’t talking at all, back… And they’re not talking at all, ri… Still in that house, rearing their…
It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.
Old Yoshiko in Tokyo can’t sleep because her husband snores so she sits in her kimono and eats a few rice cakes with a few sips of saké.
When Normal Norman takes his seat in Room 220 in Dumbach Hall to hear the eminent Dr. Engelhard… recite Beowulf again, Norman knows that he can suck
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney
They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,
Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing
I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon
These are old people retired and driving slowly from small apartments in economy cars getting out on canes
The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…