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Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney

Can You Hear Me, Fred?

We’re equal we agree
in the eyes of someone
Fred says isn’t there
and I say is
 
and we agree
only after death
will we know
who’s right so
 
no use now
making any bets.
And we agree
that if he’s right
 
the matter’s closed
and if I’m right
and I don’t see him
anywhere around
 
I’ll shout and hope
he can hear me.
In the meantime
we’ll have a beer.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

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Raspberry Hives

The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
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What Parents Have to Do with It

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.
Sibling Reunion

They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must
Alice’s House

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A Relocation Problem

We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why
Daylily

Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in. Donal Mahoney
Old Man in the Attic

He lives in the attic of the brownstone down on the corner, been there for years. He’s seen twice a day
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An Urban Tale: First Job Interview

Let’s check the terminal and see what jobs might be available to match your skill set, the interviewer said. The young man
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Remembering a War We Tend to Forget

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
After Christmas

You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
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Birds Cry Santa Here

Snow on Christmas Day. As I walk out with bird seed birds cry Santa’s here. Donal Mahoney
Moth Upside Down on the Ceiling

This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up
Thoughts While Waiting in the ER

You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays
A Change in the Menu

In the paper this morning a woman in the suburbs complained she has to eat too much steak too often because her husband
Art for Pete’s Sake

Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…



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