They’ve been married 50 years and never a sorry day, Wally likes to say. Melba’s been a great wife but she’s very sick and doctors sa…
A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses
For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...
Books covered in dust are stacked from floor to ceiling. Screens light up the house. Donal Mahoney
If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.
There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,
I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl
Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three
Some never hear of him and likely never will— pygmies in Africa, aborigines in Tasmania, the indigenous in South America.
Old Sol hires young Abdul, a refugee, to cut his grass and we… Saul tells his neighbor Old Paddy young Abdul does a good job and has a wife and three kids
On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was… leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the web… retrieve from underneath the bed
The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner
In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.