When he was just a boy, they took him to the dump to scavenge, bits of metal, any food that might be eaten. When he became a man,

Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney

Two men tall, one from here and one from there, in raincoats at a bus stop,

It boils down to this. There are two kinds of people in Upper Slobovia at the moment, those who prefer hard-boiled eggs chopped in their potato salad

Jack, age 6, loves the iPad he uses in kindergarten. He already navigates the net to some degree. But when he accompanied his father to the Post Office, he sat quietly on a bench and re...

When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney

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

The two religions differ in a number of ways Insha’Allah! Alleluia! There’s a radical difference especially in their martyrs.

Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings

Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,

Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…

You won’t find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with y… said Joseph Joubert, a French writer whose day job was working for Napoleon.