Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney

Made in America means different things to different people. In 1998 they made our old Camry in Japan.

An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.

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.

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”

Months roar by like weeks and weeks disappear like days, two coots in a bar admit on New Year’s Eve, reminiscing over a beer

Every time the phone rings Bill’s afraid the caller might say another childhood classmate has di… This will hit him hard because Bill knows he’s moseying along

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears

A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,

I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.