Essay from Donal Mahoney

Butterfly and Milkweed in Maplewood, Missouri   A small city on the outskirts of St. Louis has ordered Alice Hezel to pull the swamp milkweed out of her yard because the city says it’s a weed and weeds aren’t allowed in Maplewood, Missouri. Maplewood is a city in recovery thanks to an influx of nice […]

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Essay from Donal Mahoney

The Ronald and the Pyramid Scheme   Sonya was Ronald’s sixth wife. It was no secret that like his wives before her, Sonya had married him for his money. Most of them, like her, had emigrated to the United States from Europe. It seemed European women had greater tolerance for living with Ronald, thought by many […]

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Essay from Donal Mahoney

A Gathering of Generations An old man, a poet of the generation of Kerouac, Corso and Ginsburg, is at the lectern tonight in the auditorium of a small college nestled in the Ozarks of Arkansas. Although widely published for many years, both in the United States and abroad, he has never done a reading of his work. He attended a reading once, […]

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Essay from Donal Mahoney

Why Did You Write That?  Anyone who has written fiction or poetry probably has been asked at one time or another, “Why did you write that?” I’ve been asked that question and I have never been able to provide an answer. Some writers may set out to write a poem that will address an important […]

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Essay from Donal Mahoney

A Note to Young Writers   Over the years I have been accused of many things in real life and in the virtual world as well and often deservedly so. Recently, however, I sent a few poems to an editor unknown because samples on his site suggested to me that these particular poems, rejected by other editors as not fit for their sites, might find a home there. One […]

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Essay from Donal Mahoney

  Back Then and Write Now When I began writing in 1960, there were no website “magazines.” Print journals were the only place to have poems published. Writers used typewriters, carbon paper, a white potion to cover up mistakes and “snail mail” to prepare and submit poems for publication. Monday through Friday I’d work at […]

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