All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney

Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney

You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes

A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin

It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

The late Justice Scalia, a strict conservative on the Supreme Court, would have voted in favor of prayer

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother

Walking very slowly, ancient Wall… right behind his ancient Molly who… stepping down the garden path, her first time out in weeks, wobbly still on her new knee.

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over