Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,
After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she
I wish he had never come out from behind the stove, that spider I stepped on at 4 a.m. He was a big one bothering no one.
I know this story to be true because I know Ruben and he wouldn’t lie even though Ruben and I have never met. He lives in Alabama in a hollow and I live in St. Louis. But that makes no ...
On Sundays Walter gives Pastor J… magazines to read along with comments on his sermons. The pastor loves the magazines but Walter is leaving for another…
Ralph never planned on dying but when he did, he was swept away like a child’s kite blown astray. When he arrived at his destination… he heard angels singing, harps pla…
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails
For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy
White privilege it’s called and re… I learned its name although I’ve… white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted.
Someone broke in the house the weekend the elderly couple was out of town, a family thing. The TV, the couch and computer were gone.
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea