Our house has a garret I never went up to until I retire… Now I’m up there almost every day unless I have to stay in bed until another spell passes.
My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contrib...
A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equal...
First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something
Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…
Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God
I flew out to see a high school friend. from many years ago. He was poor back then and I was better off.
A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney
When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past
I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat
A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job
Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce