It wasn’t long after her mother died my wife asked if her father could live with us. We had an empty apartment upstairs. Dad wouldn’t be much trouble, she said. He was old now and had d...
Six months ago an old black couple moved into an old brick house on a block of old white people. A dither erupted over the fences
The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.
You won’t find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with y… said Joseph Joubert, a French writer whose day job was working for Napoleon.
After Wisconsin, we see a Trumpeter Swan swimming in circles Donal Mahoney
Melba comes home from the grocery… She was walking away from the dair… He was there with a pregnant girl… He said to Melba, “Ma’m, is this… Melba told him it was margarine.
A few years ago Herb Adams, a plumber by trade, went with his wife, Ellie, to her flower show where many ladies and a few men displayed their skill arranging flowers they had grown in t...
Larry and Bob have the same birth… Their friends at the Gathering Pl… where they plan to celebrate the y… Larry says his children will take… for a nice dinner and it will be g…
Snow on Christmas Day. As I walk out with bird seed birds cry Santa’s here. Donal Mahoney
Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings
He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...
The older I get the more I realiz… the importance of getting things d… before your mother announces anoth… assignment to roust me from my ham… As you know I’ve never been much
In the fall we lose an hour in most of the United States when we have to turn our clocks back. This is not the case
When a man’s young, this work is hard but it pays well and he can feed the wife and kids.
After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why