In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

He’s a vet from Vietnam who won’t say much about what happened over there except to say his problem began with Agent Orange,

Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,

Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…

So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,

Evil without we worry about but not so much evil within, parent to evil without. Evil within, once called sin,

Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney

Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places

Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

It’s a disgusting thing but Paddy Gilhooley, who knew better as a child, had begun farting in church very early in life. He started in grammar school, many decades ago, long before the ...

Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers

Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city

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

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,