a haiku
I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children
Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple
An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time
Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian
He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.
Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem
“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
Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,
Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.
Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney
Someone broke in the house the weekend the elderly couple was out of town, a family thing. The TV, the couch and computer were gone.
A gray summer day the sun is on vacation sunflowers hang their heads Donal Mahoney
Harvey has a special room in the basement that’s always lock… He keeps a safe there, some antiqu… and family memorabilia he fears midnight thieves might steal.
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
