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.
A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin
For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears
I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers
Pistols in holsters very early this morning. She’s wearing a bra Donal Mahoney
Being poor on our patch of land was better than being poor all the years I’ve lived in the ci… We had a couple of cows, a rooster and seven hens.
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics
It boils down to this. There are two kinds of people in Upper Slobovia at the moment, those who prefer hard-boiled eggs chopped in their potato salad
I don’t know why my wife and I are up at four in the morning sitting in recliners drinking coff… staring at half-hour commercials claiming to cure everything
Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...
Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney
What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
I understand what you mean when you say you’re alone and hope someone rings your bell day or night but that’s not the case with me.
An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble
It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until