I never remember year to year but then some morning in March I’ll walk out in the yard
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney
Aaron loves the show on television about antiques. Tonight they have a Grecian vase worth close to a million dollars. Aaron has stuff in the basement
It’s pretty simple, really. The world will end whether we believe the Bible is a myth or truth. If the Bible is the truth,
My grandson whispers the morning dew sparkles like diamonds in the grass. Donal Mahoney
Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot
Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney
Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
The weather report the night before said a foot of snow maybe more, heavy and wet.
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God, Jesus told his disciples.
Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.
An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.
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.
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting