When Martha gets home from cooking class this afternoon, Martin will be gone after 30 years of marriage. Martha won’t know why

When my neighbor told me over the fence a month ago the doctor said she had two years to live,

Six months ago an old black couple moved into an old brick house on a block of old white people. A dither erupted over the fences

Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing

Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney

We’re going dancing, my wife and… to a Charity Ball high in the sky… Glenn Miller’s band has been play… since 1944, the year his plane got… over the English Channel.

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.

A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

Many years ago Miriam’s parents took the kids for the weekend while she and Jack motored north to fish for trout in Montana at Miriam’s request.

A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.

On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake

It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant “Patsy Foley’s roly-poly from eating too much ravioli.” At first, no one could remember w...

When will you understand it’s all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis. Once you understand