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…

You think you got problems? You probably do but would you trade with Phillip, a Vietnam vet who still thinks Agent Orange lurks in

Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade

The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a

Strapped to his bed in the nursing home, he tells every nurse who comes in and tightens his straps

Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian

“Damn the vernal equinox! Full speed ahead!” is all that Cootie Murphy would ever say when he sat on the last stool at the end of the bar in The Stag & Doe Inn. He wouldn’t say it very ...

They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s

If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney

A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job

You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm

He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.

Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made