When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,
The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
He lives in the attic of the brownstone down on the corner, been there for years. He’s seen twice a day
I don’t know if I’ll vote for president this year, something I’ve always done since 1960 when I turned old
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney
Melanie is from a small town and finds a job in a big city and meets Bill, the man she wants… marry so she calls Alice, her sist… older and married, for advice.
It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant “Patsy Foley’s roly-poly from eating too much ravioli.” At first, no one could remember w...
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,
According to reports certain White House interns past, present and future are asking Americans not to vote for Hillary
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job