Waiting for Answers to Resumes Mailed Weeks Ago
A phone call from anywhere would be nice,
even a call from that clerk at Sears
with an apology for charging the dryer
to my last employer
or even a call from the company I phoned
for estimates of the fence we need
to run to the alley, take two lefts,
and dash back to the house,
the fence we hope will keep the kids
from threshing the neighbor's
lilacs and phlox
or even a call from my wife
about the fever Meg had this morning
and a third reminder to record
the check for the penicillin.
Yes, today or tomorrow,
a phone call from anywhere would be nice.
My Fiance Visits My Father’s House
The two Gibraltars in the yard
never were delivered.
They have always been there.
The twenty years I lived there,
the neighbors never said a word.
Their shrieks would shatter both
if they could see them.
The redwood fence my Father built
is tall enough to cover his.
It will be tall enough, he swears,
for me to cover mine.
My father says before he dies
he’ll sell his own Gibraltar
and leave the house, the yard,
the redwood fence to me
to guarantee that I keep mine.
Poem for Mother, Poem for Dad
They weren’t talking at all, back then.
Deep in that house, they were
conceiving their dwarfs,
not talking at all, back then.
And they’re not talking at all, right now.
Still in that house, they are
raising their dwarfs,
not talking at all, right now.
And they won’t be talking again.
When the dwarfs break out
they’ll stay in that house,
with no reason for talking again.
© Donal Mahoney
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, Commonweal, Revival (Ireland), U.S. Catholic, The Christian Science Monitor, The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Touch: A Journal of Healing, Public Republic (Bulgaria) and other publications.