The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look
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.
Two men running for office disagree about everything but have one thing in common. They won’t release their tax returns.
After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV
He wants to do certain things he should have done before old age and illness reaped their harve… The doctor gives him days perhaps a week to breathe
In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.
A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney
Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney
Should she write about the wonders of nature and say it’s okay to lie on the beach forever without any sunscreen
Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
Bill hates to go to parties but he loves to go to wakes. One of the advantages of being old, he says, is that there are fewer parties to go to but a lot more wakes. At parties he finds ...
He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney
Mike’s old now. His mind is somewhere in the Fifties. Every few weeks one of his kids takes
From my stool in the diner I watc… the old woman with elm tree arms command the big booth in back and roar for a menu, take a half hour to read it
