In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans. One day he and seven o...
I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet
Tommy is the only man for miles around who can knot a ti… Old farmers come to town on Satur… and wave from pickups with respect when they see Tommy on the street
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
There’s nothing wrong with you. We both know this is true but there’s something wrong with m… and you know what that is. It’s the elephant in the room
Being bipolar isn’t easy but it’s tougher when you’re poor and have to walk rather than ride
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...
Someone you respect does something that sticks in your craw like a fish bone dining in a crab shack. You try to cough it up
Been in trouble all my life childhood through old age. I took the alleys
A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job
Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.
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.
He tried so hard to be everybody’s friend, agreed with everything we said. Some of us liked him, others were indifferent,
For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears
Does he remember? Jenny, how could he forget? Thirty years ago you roared into his office and raged about your cousin’s