A Different New Year’s Eve

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

An ancient couple,
he’s a hunchback,
she’s a gnome,
in the kitchen play

a game of dominoes,
drink hot cocoa, eat
warm bread dripping
with apricot jam, then

off to bed at eight
and up again at five
for the winding drive
down the mountainside

snowy miles to church
on New Year’s Day,
there to sing and praise
God for everything.

Republican Candidates on the Issue of Rape and Violence Towards Women

We know this is old news, but since the Republicans took both the House and the Senate, we have been spammed on this one blog entry. This morning, for example, we woke to over three hundred spams attached to this one entry. We’ve had to delete thousands of them. For that reason, we have taken the original off, copied and pasted and replaced it with this one.

If the Republicans are running that scared because of this one entry–then yes, we will put it up again and again and again.

Todd Akin, Republican candidate for Senate, Missouri: “If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down,” he said.

Indiana Republican Senate candidate Richard Mourdock: “I think even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen.”

Rep. Joe Walsh, R-Ill., said he is against abortion “without exception,” even in cases of rape, incest, and when the life of the mother is in danger. When asked by reporters if he means that it’s never medically necessary to save a pregnant woman’s life, Walsh said “absolutely.”

Feliz Navidad

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Pedro swings a mop all night
on the 30th floor of Castle Towers
just off Michigan Avenue
not far from the foaming Lake.
The floor is his, all his,
to swab and wax till dawn.

The sun comes up and Pedro’s
on the subway snoring,
roaring home to a plate
of huevos rancheros,
six eggs swimming
in a lake of salsa verde,
hot tortillas stacked
beside them.

After breakfast,
Pedro writes a poem
for Esperanza,
the wife who waits
in Nuevo Leon.
He mails the poem
that night, going back
to his bucket and mop.

Pedro’s proud
of three small sons,
soccer stars
in the making.
On Christmas Eve
the boys wait up
in Nuevo Leon
and peek out the window.
Papa’s coming home
for Christmas!

Pedro arrives at midnight
on a neighbor’s donkey,
laughing beneath
a giant sombrero.
He has a red serape
over his shoulder,
and he’s juggling
sacks of gifts.

When the donkey stops,
the boys dash out and clap
and dance in circles.
Esperanza stands
in the doorway
and sings
Feliz Navidad.

Wisconsin Shore

A Poem by John Swain

The lighthouse a stone pile on Pilot Island
as the lake changes through the blue spectrum
and then into gun metal.
Sister islands rise in the whitecaps,
I fade to the swale like a labyrinth
the black bear devours.
The birches and maple burning a pyre at fall
for the great ships to ride into death
like a clear passage through the bay of the bays.
High waves break on the white shell shore
under the green house
as a bald eagle wing trembles raining lake droplets.
The water smoothed glass like an agate singers eye
I kissed in repentance for my life
awaiting the chord of the imagining light.

Giving Tuesday

In the physical, wake of Black Friday, rising from the ashes of Cyber Monday, comes Giving Tuesday – today, a day dedicated to giving instead of getting. we hope you’ll consider making a tax-deductable (in the United States) donation to the charity of your choice.


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