It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
This is Granny in the Ozarks call… Please come down before spring goes away for summer. The geese are coming through and landing on the pond
Simply because anchors have little to say means they’ll keep saying it till others believe. This is America.
Years ago they came from many plac… to study writing at a university in the middle of America surrounded by lush corn fields. They worked hard, became friends,
Remember, a blind man can see things a sighted man can’t… So I’ll tell you about her and th… you can tell me whether I’m right. The first time a man meets her,
In 1958 Elmer’s was the only high school in his county that had been integrated. Basketball was the big sport. People in the little town filled the gym every Tuesday and Friday. They ro...
Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time
On Saturday mornings several bowed citizens gather on the sidewalk outside the clinic to read the Bible and pray.
It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers
You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust
