Poem – Flotsam and Jetsam (By Donal Mahoney)

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store, at the post office. They can’t find their money, if they have any. They’re never in a hurry. They have nowhere to go and you’re always in line behind them, a busy man with people to see, appointments to keep, deadlines to meet. You try to […]

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Poem – Sally in the Alley and Joanie in the Weeds (By Donal Mahoney)

  Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads   apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiches and sometimes date her after work   but none so far has mentioned marriage. This confuses Sarah who’s as open as her bread in satisfying men.   That’s not too wise, says Ethel, a granny clone Sarah chats with after lunch-hour […]

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Poem – Sacked (By Donal Mahoney)

  When we hire people, we like to know their limitations, said Mr. Acre, commandant of personnel.   Look at Phil with his arm and hook. We could see the problem when we hired him. We’ve hired others with limitations   not as obvious and that has backfired. You and I have limitations no one can see. If ours were obvious, someone […]

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