If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than

It is said brave folks who understand this new world understand demons. Donal Mahoney

“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what

Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

“Screw the Vernal Equinox” is all Cootie Kelly ever says sitting triumphant with his foaming glass of Guinness on the last stool at Maggie’s

You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes

Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney

When Molly and Tim got married they spent hours talking about everything they had to get done. And indeed they got a lot done. Now their kids have families

Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.

I understand what you mean when you say you’re alone and hope someone rings your bell day or night but that’s not the case with me.