America had a choice November 8 between a devil they know and a devil they don’t. They chose
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children
“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
It doesn’t matter who wins. Life will go on as it has in previous years when others have won and have taken charge.
A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies.\ Donal Mahoney
Some things you can’t undo. A remark, perhaps, you can retract or try to with an explanation. But a certain look can burn forever in the mind
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone
It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there
Even though we’re getting older even rickety in some respects my wife and I remain involved in the joys of life.
Some choose not to have children others maybe one or two three seems to be the max now it’s not like when Paul was young and a family might have had six or…
When bread is this good a morsel will suffice and when wine
The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a