He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney

Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.

Fred’s not a hunter but Animus is a beast he’d hunt down and kill and mount on his wall if he had a clear shot

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why

Took the wife to a pancake house the other day. National franchise good food

It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,

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

Things reach a certain age, an age at which things don’t work the way they once did. The battery in your car,

The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics

No more nudes in Playboy according to the anchor on the Nightly News. Playboy has declared nudes passé because

I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…

Don’t recall meeting a human being at the megastore staffed by robots in the flesh

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

In a long marriage couples communicate in so many ways, often in silence. In recent years I rise very early and now leave post-it notes

The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,