Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

81. The Lettuce Workers 10/24/2012
82. Feline In Winter 10/24/2012
83. Intermission 11/2/2012
84. An Eighth Of A Lemon 11/4/2012
85. Aura And Essence 11/4/2012
86. Cleats 11/4/2012
87. Wooden Anniversary 11/5/2012
88. Love And Slaughter 11/5/2012
89. Bag Lady 11/10/2012
90. Old Romeo Puts His Bible Down 11/13/2012
91. Maggie And Max 11/15/2012
92. Mayan Apocalypse 11/15/2012
93. The Zombie's Wife 11/18/2012
94. Night Lit Bright Their Signal 11/19/2012
95. Apples 9/18/2012
96. This Mick On The Next Stool 9/19/2012
97. Big Meeting At The Corporate Office 10/1/2012
98. Mabel And Walt 11/22/2012
99. Raspberry Hives 11/27/2012
100. Physical For An Old Woman Picked Up Wandering 11/28/2012
101. Blinking Like Ferrets 11/30/2012
102. Five Parrots And A Cat 12/11/2012
103. Christmastime In America 12/12/2012
104. Feliz Navidad 12/14/2012
105. Darfur 12/16/2012
106. Leaving The Station 12/18/2012
107. In Memoriam 12/19/2012
108. Body Art 1/4/2013
109. That Old-Time Religion 1/8/2013
110. Daydream 1/13/2013
111. The Whole Mad Swirl 1/15/2013
112. One Day All Whores Will Magdalene 1/16/2013
113. Woman In The Day Room Crying 2/8/2013
114. Puff Up, Inflate 2/8/2013
115. Beowulf With Dr. Engelhardt 2/9/2013
116. The Widow Murphy Sets Her Cap 2/13/2013
117. Still Life 2/18/2013
118. Paradise Found 2/22/2013
119. Coma 2/24/2013
120. That Greyhound Station 3/2/2013
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

A Good Neighbor

Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.

He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.

George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.

Read the full of A Good Neighbor

So Fingertips Kiss

Five kids, eight years.
And then one day my wife
shouts to me on the tractor
roaring in the field:

“I’ve had enough.”
And like a ballerina,
she rises on one foot, sole
of the other foot firm

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