Poem – Bunny Day (By Donal Mahoney)
Bunny Day Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time to make the change.
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Poem – Everybody Don’t Have Somebody (By Donal Mahoney)
Everybody Don’t Have Somebody The man in the ER, sutured and bandaged, told the nurse there wasn’t anyone she could call to give him a lift home. He said he’d take a bus once he had a chance to check his wallet and see if he had any money. He didn’t have much to begin with, he said, and the […]
Read morePoem – America Wants to Know (By Donal Mahoney)
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse. Maybe the FBI can put the doghouse out on the lawn. He shouldn’t be a problem there. Only men jump over the fence. Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives in […]
Read morePoem – Thoughts While Waiting in the ER (By Donal Mahoney)
You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays after a long week of work. The rapport was strong. Amazing, you thought. She might be someone you’d see more than once. She had a nice apartment or maybe it was a condo a big double bed […]
Read morePoem – Pants on Fire (By Donal Mahoney)
Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted a woman’s opinion. I honestly don’t know. I made a recommendation and sent it to Mr. Jones who sent it to Mr. Smith who made the final decision. I found little difference between the two. A day […]
Read morePoem – Fifty Years Later (By Donal Mahoney)
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know. She was only 14 but she could have said good-bye to me, the swain who saw her through our last three years of grammar school when she wore braces, the only girl who had them. Fifty years later at our […]
Read morePoem – Martha and Mel Wait for the Elevator (By Donal Mahoney)
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome. Every time a door opened a voice called the names of 12 zombies who boarded the elevator single file. As the doors closed, Led Zeppelin or Bing Crosby played in the background depending on whether the […]
Read morePoem – By Mistake He Later Said (By Donal Mahoney)
Every once in awhile over the last 40 years Ralph wondered what might have happened to the guy who had moved in with the mother of his children and drank all the time. He remembered the kids saying when they were small the fellow got up one night to go to the bathroom and got lost in the hallway went back to […]
Read morePoem – Unintelligent Design (By Donal Mahoney)
An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble I found in Carrara and shipped to New York on the deck of a trawler. I offered the marble to a famous sculptor who told me he works in granite only so I grabbed his beret and one of his smocks […]
Read morePoem – A Nuclear Childhood (By Donal Mahoney)
A Nuclear Childhood What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other and instead had wed someone they loved and lived peacefully all those years. That would have been their Eden but you shaking there now decades later wouldn’t be with us cursing the tremors of a […]
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