If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
In England they call it moving house packing everything going someplace else bigger better
First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,
He’s not among the quick and not among the dead. He’s somewhere in between he tells anyone who stops his wheelchair in the halls
Six men were sitting at the table in the Day Room, as they call it, at the Whitehall Rest Home. They were playing poker and they had a newcomer in their midst. It was Bill, a retired fa...
Granny watches nature in the city from her window after the nurse takes her tray away. She likes to watch the bird feeder grandson Ahmad hung for cardinals,
They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them
My grandson whispers the morning dew sparkles like diamonds in the grass. Donal Mahoney
I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…
A few years ago Herb Adams, a plumber by trade, went with his wife, Ellie, to her flower show where many ladies and a few men displayed their skill arranging flowers they had grown in t...
Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,