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One Christmas season past, I found myself working as a substitute teacher in a local high school. I graduated from law school earlier that year, and was working as a substitute to supplement my income while awaiting the bar results. … Continue reading →

Every year I look forward to singing Christmas Carols but I have one problem: I have a terrible singing voice. When I sing, dogs bark, children cry, milk curdles and windows crack. It’s that bad. People have told me I … Continue reading →

Thanksgiving is over. The pots and pans clean are clean and the dishes done. All the leftovers from a delicious Thanksgiving dinner are put away in the fridge. The weekend winds down. I’ve had my fill of turkey and football. … Continue reading →

A poem for the November, the month of remembrance. cold light from a sun since set glows through leafless branches over freshly turned earth stars come out the casket rests deep in the chill ground mourners gone home to warmly … Continue reading →

October Sestina season of pumpkins and full moon neatly arranged haystacks fallen leaves bags of candy and ghosts they appear those ghosts floating between the pumpkins like grey cotton candy under a vanilla moon above the leaves and haystacks surrounded … Continue reading →

A warm September Sunday afternoon. The leaves on the big maple in the back yard were still green and the sky a hazy, bright blue. The last day of the month and the weather was much too nice to be … Continue reading →

A Poem for September the week starts in summer ends in fall green tomatoes on Monday by Friday they’re red from the verdant to glorious golden decline I live the same process over decades copyright 2018 Christopher Donahue  

Somewhere in the ethereal tumult, in the great halls of air swirling over Hudson Bay, a slight change was made. Perhaps, the famous butterfly flit its wings and the slight pulse of air built until a little breeze blew. And … Continue reading →

The sun is setting behind the trees, yet the heat is still an oppressive presence. The neighbor’s lawn mower sputters to a stop. A single engine propeller plane purrs across the sky. A blue-jay calls out harshly. Then, a  different … Continue reading →

I know I’m too old for this but there’s a subtle feeling of helplessness, of being swept along -and to something lousy- that happens when I see the calendar about to change to August. Barely awake, I go out barefoot, … Continue reading →