Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney
If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
When Fred was a boy, he heard his… talk about Grandpa going to town d… to sell the bounty of his harvest. On his farm he had eggs, butter an… vegetables and meat. He’d buy suga…
Rudy in his wheelchair gets around pretty good. He has a good job and transportation via a special van. He shops at local stores and everyone is nice except at the drug store where the ...
When will you understand it’s all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis. Once you understand
After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet
Happened 40 years ago senior year of college they were engaged to marry in June till he dropped her off
Perhaps there should be a hard rock band called myasthenia gravis. A rare disease for which there is no cure, MG doesn’t kill anyone right away but unmanaged it’s hard to live with. In ...
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job
We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree
The guillotine dropped between you and a friend over coffee and small talk. The first time it dropped it was someone who said
Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more