Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,
After two thousand years we still have folks who blame the Jews for killing Christ even though Pilate the Gentile could have
You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
The guillotine dropped between you and a friend over coffee and small talk. The first time it dropped it was someone who said
In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper
Please tell me if I’m right about what you just told me. You say he came to Earth, died for me, rose from the dead
Dreams I can’t remember cause a conflagration fire hoses can’t put out. Dreams I can recall arrive in technicolor.
Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming
You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture
She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he
Niagara Falls her silver hair so long it bounces off the swan
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contrib...