All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney
Old Yoshiko in Tokyo can’t sleep because her husband snores so she sits in her kimono and eats a few rice cakes with a few sips of saké.
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
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…
Far away and long ago stuff happened in Gramps’ life that he’d like to forget but he can’t, even though he can’t always remember what he had for breakfast, lunch or dinner. But anything...
Dylann Roof defended himself in the sentencing phase of his tri… after he was convicted of killing nine people during a Bible study, the nine people who welcomed him
This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day
July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
Bill’s been seeing a therapist for years trying to get his life on track but all he talks about is his many regrets in a life
During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t
It’s a matter of beans, says Rosie, 79, legally blind, her fingers dancing across a Bible in braille, when a reporter asks her about
He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney
