Dither of blue jays bickering at the feeder. Doves eat well below Donal Mahoney

No Supper for a Year My wife looks out the kitchen wind… and tells me the starlings are bac… the same big flock as yesterday strolling around our yard

Fred must explain Halloween to Op… when he gets home from the poker g… He just had another bad Halloween… He thinks Opal doesn’t know but E… from across the street called Opal

You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust

We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two o...

He doesn’t understand distressed j… Designer jeans with rents and tear… look like the rags he grew up in wearing other people’s discards. His mother got his jeans from a ch…

After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.

Yes, fifty years ago today it happened. Quite a story. He was your favorite uncle and he liked you a lot too. You were all torn up.

The ones we didn’t abort we’re starting to euthanize so no worries there. It’s the ones in the middle still walking around

On their honeymoon he asked her not to sit down. Might bruise the peaches. Donal Mahoney

In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans

Fred jerks back in his recliner as his wife puts him on the spot and asks his opinion about a dress she bought on sale at a fancy place for a great price…

A gray summer day the sun is on vacation sunflowers hang their heads Donal Mahoney

We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having