Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1. Dazzle And Whirr -new- 4/24/2015
2. Norma Jeane At A Bus Stop,1943 -new- 4/24/2015
3. A Song In Her Valley 3/25/2015
4. When Carbon Paper Was King 3/25/2015
5. A Previous Life 3/26/2015
6. A Critic Comes To Dinner 3/31/2015
7. Seasons Of The Year 3/31/2015
8. Small Shoulders 3/31/2015
9. Unplanned Parenthood 3/31/2015
10. Six-Pack Uncle Jack 3/31/2015
11. The Two Of Them 3/31/2015
12. First Tulip 4/1/2015
13. An Unfortunate Remark 4/2/2015
14. Yowling 4/3/2015
15. Someone From Home 4/3/2015
16. Chicken Bone Stuck 4/4/2015
17. Space Program 4/6/2015
18. The Prodigal 4/7/2015
19. Makes Forever Shorter -new- 4/10/2015
20. The Skywriter -new- 4/10/2015
21. Wheelchair With A View -new- 4/14/2015
22. Sleep Apnea Or Agent Orange: Let’s Hear It For Monsanto -new- 4/20/2015
23. Booger Mcnulty And Me 3/11/2012
24. Last Irish Christening 3/14/2012
25. Sadie Says 3/17/2012
26. Beulah Needs Another Man 3/18/2012
27. Two In The Head 3/20/2012
28. Memories 3/21/2012
29. The Honey Room 10/10/2011
30. So Fingertips Kiss 10/11/2011
31. 'Lemon Underwear' 10/12/2011
32. In Break Formation 10/9/2011
33. A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker 3/30/2012
34. Take Me To The Taxidermist 3/31/2012
35. Scenes From A Parish 4/2/2012
36. No New Woman 4/2/2012
37. Dropped By A Peacock 4/4/2012
38. Haberdasher's Thoughts 4/4/2012
39. Recluse At Coney 4/6/2012
40. Dr. Donohue 4/6/2012
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

Found In An Attic: World War Ii Letter To A Wife

When I get home
things will be the same.
I haven't changed.

The sling
comes off the day
I get on the plane.

I'll be able
to cut the grass,
rake the leaves,

shovel the snow,
all the stuff I did before.
And every morning

in summer, fall,
winter and spring,
when we wake up,

I'll draw rosettes
with the tip
of my tongue

on your nipples,
await your orders to
bivouac elsewhere.

Nothing has changed.
I'm feeling fine.
We'll cleave again.

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'Lemon Underwear'

The New Morse Hotel
Chicago, circa 1970

What if after Browne has gone
one of us discovers who Browne was,
leads the rally to his room before
the maid has time to broom the webs,
retrieve from underneath the bed
the sweat-stiff socks, the lemon underwear?

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