The old man Who lives across from me Keeps his shades up. I can see how he lives. Alone at night, He sits and watches television On his leather couch. He watches every night Until eleven When the lights go out. In the daytime I see him on my street Making his way to a …
Author Archives: Terry MacDonnell
Father’s Visit
by Terry MacDonnell Cloistered upstairs, We were not allowed to see Father When he came. However, one fateful Sunday We crept down the stairs To sneak a peek at him. There, at the foot of the stairs, His face livid with rage, He was twisting Mother’s arm Behind her back (Trying to compel her To …
Diane
Diane has fallen on hard times. She’s on the street Bumming cigarettes And asking for change. The men with their bottles Are in the back alley. Diane trades her body For a swig of whiskey Or a taste of speed. She often loses her shoes But manages to get new ones somehow (Perhaps from the …