Tag Archives: Donal Mahoney

Apple Fritter and a Single Rose

After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she will never understand in light of all those other poems she … Continue reading

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I Feel Like James Brown

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work, get the magazine out on time then dance … Continue reading

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Tenement Scene, Havana, 1962

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone some man gave him some man she doesn’t know not the man she’s brushing her hair for who … Continue reading

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The Odyssey of Pastor Harold Schnabel

Listen up! It’s Deacon Simon here, reporting on Pastor Harold Schnabel, the minister we long ago defrocked. Remember how he went to Holland years ago. Hard to believe but he’s coming back a millionaire who made his money running a … Continue reading

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Vowel Movement

When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house too many consonants, too few vowels. Without vowels, his consonants congeal and become a mass. The result is verbal constipation. The only cure, … Continue reading

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July 4th Barbecue

            for Kermit Gosnell, M.D. Every year Dr. Gluck, the famed gynecologist, invites his nurses to his ranch for his July 4th barbecue. The nurses and their husbands drive miles to watch the doctor twist the necks of 20 chickens before … Continue reading

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America in 4013

Is that lava or simply mud dripping from the cheeks of this old woman asking me why this library has no books? I ask her where she’s been for the last 2000 years. Under a rock? In some cave? After … Continue reading

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