The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked

The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk

For years Willie has saved his mo… investing it in stocks and bonds, waiting to sit in his recliner each quarter with a martini reviewing his profits.

Mrs. Ryan keeps her cat inside at… but lets it out at dawn to go anyw… while she’s at work. Every day the… crosses the road to call on the Wi… Mrs. Ryan doesn’t know her cat ca…

We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor

I’m on my way to Larry’s Place, a food pantry in the city. I park a block away because parking in front of Larry’s isn’t wise even if one drives

Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...

Annie has a nice washing machine n… but she remembers the one her mother had with the wringer, the old-fashioned kind. Her mother took in washing and whe…

Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney

Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.

He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him

Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney

Not a leaf left on the crabapple t… instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree… Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with sn…