Big Smile in the Sky Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers pack all the valuables he wants shipped home gives the rest to Goodwill puts the... Continue Reading →
Trash Cans at the Manion House When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb in front of the Manion house.... Continue Reading →
Caseworker Takes Notes by Donal Mahoney I was there the day there trickled down the wall of an old man's room one roach that stopped across a canyon in the plaster till the old man's elevated slipper fell. The roach... Continue Reading →
Father: Every Morning of His Life by Donal Mahoney The cup he took his tea from all those years was Army surplus, made of tin. It whirred to the spoon he wound in it 15 times per lump of sugar.... Continue Reading →
The Corner of Wells and Madison by Donal Mahoney I know that if I ever fall in the street the way that man did, in the middle of an intersection, someone will mind. But if unlike that man I make... Continue Reading →
Lifts Her Like A Chalice by Donal Mahoney The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings the old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars down sidewalks, some with canes, some on walkers. Father Doyle says the... Continue Reading →
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