Married 60 years Fred and Daisy still are very different people. All day long they hide their differences to make

An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.

You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back

If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused

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,

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

They got along fine lying down but sitting up or standing, well that was quite another thing. Talking made things worse. Lying down they found

A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses

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

Fred has been working with an agency called Hunters for the Hungry for five years. During that time, his food bank has received thousands of pounds of venison to feed the poor. This yea...

When will you understand it’s all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis. Once you understand

We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf