Author Archives: magn8717

What a pleasant summer-evening surprise. Last night, I stepped out on the back porch to check something before bed, and lo and behold, there to greet my eye was a remarkably beautiful  celestial event! A gorgeous half-moon was setting in … Continue reading →

In July, I usually write about the weather. I make no apologies about that. When I was young, I didn’t write about July weather . And that was because July, and the summer, seemed to last forever. Now, I’m not necessarily old, … Continue reading →

A perfect, summer morning in July. The golden early light angles through the yard illuminating the flower bed out back. I sit on the porch in the early shadows. The air is warm and still. A coffee cup steams nearby. … Continue reading →

I should have never saved that bowling ball. Spring had returned. The earth, which incidentally is shaped like a bowling ball,  had traveled all the way round the sun again. And there I was engage in my annual spring-garage-cleaning ritual. I … Continue reading →

Up early in the golden light, the grass lush and wet with dew, I stand in the backyard and marvel again at the beauty of spring. I’m perfectly comfortable barefoot, wearing a t shirt and gym shorts. It’s quite a … Continue reading →

May came to a close and once again I waited for the train to work. The calendar said spring but it felt like summer. The trees lining the opposite side of the tracks were resplendent with lush green leaves.  I stood in … Continue reading →

Last week, I was riding public transit to get around Boston like I usually do.  I took the Orange Line to Back Bay to catch the bus to Boston University Medical Center.  From there, I’d make the short walk to a … Continue reading →

Here’s another poem for National Poetry Month!   Late Spring bare trees fallen leaves stuck waiting in winter cold and rain for a Spring that missed its cue and is somewhere else copyright 2018 Christopher Donahue    

This Wonderful New England Spring compels me to effuse: Another day sick and tired. Another day sick and tired. Another day sick and tired. Another day sick and tired. Another day sick and tired. Another day sick and tired. Another … Continue reading →

He looked like a tough guy from the movies. Six-three or so tall. Lean and mean. His head was shaved and he had the requisite five-o-clock shadow of an action movie getaway driver. Was he a French martial-arts expert, AWOL … Continue reading →