In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.
It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
If the goal of business is to make a profit and it is—and if the goal of government is to take care of people
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
Gram tells Stella on the phone her neighborhood is full of old fo… She hasn’t seen Stella in 60 year… and won’t see her again because of the canyon of miles between the…
He tries again to situate his gros… nose beneath his spectacles. He twists the silver toothpick in… and hunches now a little more towa… saying “Listen, dear, I’ve said a…
Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney
They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must
Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
The guillotine dropped between you and a friend over coffee and small talk. The first time it dropped it was someone who said
I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days