If you’re a reprobate in recovery you have to be careful what you do… You’re no different than an alcoho… always in danger of falling again. At least an alcoholic has a diseas…
There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week
Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes
The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”
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…
The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask
The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
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, ...
My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog
Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at To… Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse
Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney
My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover
The problem with Chloe is she moved to San Diego where the weather’s fair but hasn’t found anyone who’ll listen to her so she
The soup kitchen opens an hour late. The rain finally stops and the hungry file in. They’ve had a long wait.
Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.