I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me
The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…
I don’t know if I’ll vote for president this year, something I’ve always done since 1960 when I turned old
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
Father the chameleon was lime gree… the first day I saw him peering in… my crib smiling and he remained lime green until kindergarten when a nun called the house and sa…
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics
He was predictable all those years going home after work doing odd jobs around the house
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day
First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
They weren’t talking at all, back… Deep in that house, conceiving the… they weren’t talking at all, back… And they’re not talking at all, ri… Still in that house, rearing their…
Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes