Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.
Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a fe...
Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city
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 spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney
Months roar by like weeks and weeks disappear like days, two coots in a bar admit on New Year’s Eve, reminiscing over a beer
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,
Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops
We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job
You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays
Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple