You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,

A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low

If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.

Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....

A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

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

I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,

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…

Phone rings. Wilbur answers it. “This is Grace. Is Thelma there?… “No,” says Wilbur. “She’s out won… “You mean wandering about?” ‘No, she used to wander about. No…

A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney

July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees