Black flag on the lawn falls in pieces from the sky. Starlings in command. Donal Mahoney
It boils down to this. There are two kinds of people in Upper Slobovia at the moment, those who prefer hard-boiled eggs chopped in their potato salad
The cur dog tethered to a stake across the road runs back and forth barking all day
It took awhile to find Osama. It will take awhile to find the Briton with his knife in the desert of Iraq. They may bring him back
Herb’s wife says the grass needs cutting and Herb agrees. She says the neighbors are upset he hasn’t cut it for the last five weeks.
What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
“You live long enough and bad stuff happens,” Harry told Stella, slurping his coffee. “I’m 94 next week."
The weather report the night before said a foot of snow maybe more, heavy and wet.
He’s at least 70 now and has never forgotten his childhood. He lives with that child every day… He remembers that Thanksgiving Da… his family had parched field corn
Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce
The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture
An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.
