Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them
It’s not the same as seeing the po… in Bangladesh on PBS and hearing Gwen or Judy tell us about them b… the poor in Bangladesh scream in s… brown and gaunt and hollow-eyed.
First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
He doesn’t understand distressed j… Designer jeans with rents and tear… look like the rags he grew up in wearing other people’s discards. His mother got his jeans from a ch…
Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury
Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way
I understand what you mean when you say you’re alone and hope someone rings your bell day or night but that’s not the case with me.
Two old men meet for coffee once a week at a diner while their wives play cribbage. Jim says he has a problem. His wife leaves the water running
It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers
There’s a moral to this story. Police in St. Louis have arrested a teen for felony auto theft. They asked her why she did it. She said the owners didn’t
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney
A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows
Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because