A corner sentinel for 40 years, Charlie’s Diner is the only landmark in a neighborhood of blue-collar people who love their burgers thick

Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.

Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right

I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.

Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.

She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings

If a marriage doesn’t work out you get a divorce and look for someone else. If a poem doesn’t work out you put it in a folder and

First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney

I lived in the attic back then, and late those evenings I had to s… and couldn’t afford to go drinking I’d run down to the deli and buy bagels and smoked lox.

Every four years I vote and every four years for the last 40 years the same lady has signed me in

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers