Inferno of a summer day
Mother’s dozing
Tommy, tiny, three,
paring knife in hand
tiptoes out, flops
short-pants potentate
upon the sidewalk sunny,
operates on ants
By Donal Mahoney
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Public Republic (Bulgaria), Gloom Cupboard (U.K.), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Bijou Poetry Review, Decompression, Poetry Friends, Poetry Super Highway, Pirene's Fountain (Australia) and other publications.
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