Friday, 29 April 2016


Health professionals
keep on dispensing advice
like they are filling a quota

take this supplement
this one will boost you
so the first ten minutes
of my day is an exercise
in pill swallowing

I buy special devices
to arrange them, imagining
as I push each down
a day added to the calendar.

Alan Inman,
New York, NY

Wednesday, 27 April 2016


I still find pieces
you left behind, small
memories captured in
still life photographs,
a strand there, a filament
here, evidence that you
filled this space, even
though you have moved
on to other plains.

Camille Clark,
Atlanta, Georgia,

Monday, 25 April 2016


Let me be
your solid protection
your lead blanket
your heartless wonder

let me be
the ground you stand
on, and the rain
that pelts down,
baptizes you in spring

let me be
your history, your
personal tragedy,
your vestment,
an armament, let me
be your childhood
makeshift fortress.

Nate Maye,
Texas, US

Sunday, 21 February 2016

One Old Gigolo Counsels Another

You take care now, Harold, 
and don't slip on the ice
looking for a good bookstore
on the streets of Chicago.

Print is dead, Harold,
and it's being waked 
in empty bookstores.
Soon all bookstores

will be dead, Harold,
and then you will have 
no good reason 
to go out on the ice. 

At our age, Harold,
ice can be lethal
so take my advice
and do as I do:

Walk head down 
even if there's no ice 
so you can avoid 
not only the ice 

but also the women 
disgruntled with men.
Believe me, Harold, 
they're out there 

armed with bumbershoots.
They prowl the streets now 
more than when we were 
young and dashing 

and making them angry.
They haven't forgotten us.
So for God's sake, Harold,
go out for a walk but

bundle up and take your cane 
and walk with your head down.
Do you believe in God, Harold? 
I hope you do because 

at our age, Harold, ice or a 
woman could be the chariot 
that takes us over the moon
faster than we'd like.

Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Social Adaptation

In the 1950's
when a girl dumped a boy
he listened to sad songs,
forgot her by and by.

In the 1960's
when a girl dumped a boy
he smoked pot,
protested the war.

In the 1970's and '80's
when a girl dumped a boy
he got drunk,
demanded his ring.

In the 1990's
when a girl dumped a boy
he stalked her,
sometimes attacked her.

If the trend continues
of violent resentment
when a girl dumps a boy…

Gary Beck, 

Saturday, 23 January 2016

High Summer in the Country

Far from the city
way out in the country 
a hot afternoon in high summer

as we drive down a bumpy road 
bouncing one mail box past
another saluting

each farmer by name. 
We marvel at the giant corn 
until we come to a mail box

bent over an old table
piled high with tomatoes, 
green beans and melons.

A tin can slumps in front 
of this harvest with a note 
gripped by a clothes pin 

saying, “Take what you will 
and leave what you will. 
God blessed us this year.”

Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.

Monday, 11 January 2016


a week ago
when the piercing clarity of the moon sang
graphite harmonies, sweeping across the silent hills
before we discovered that tiny, blotted bundle
of eternity in the field behind your house
before the piercing violence of your scream 
split the charcoal night
as you peeled back the hessian shroud
revealing a tiny face 
with eyes dreaming of forever.

Stuart Buck
Llanarmon DC