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Poem – Thoughts While Waiting in the ER by Donal Mahoney March 19, 2015

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 Thoughts While Waiting in the ER

 

You thought you knew her.
She thought she knew you.

Neither was true
but this happens at times

at Happy Hour on Fridays
after a long week of work.

The rapport was strong.
Amazing, you thought.

She might be someone
you’d see more than once.

She had a nice apartment
or maybe it was a condo

a big double bed
with a canopy yet.

You slept soundly until
the key in the door

and from the other pillow
you heard a whisper,

“He’s not expected
until late next week.”

 
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Bio:

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives now in St. Louis, Missouri. His biggest influence were his Irish parents who emigrated to America, his mother voluntarily and his father under duress by the British government following his imprisonment in Ireland for being a member of the Irish Republican Army. They told his father to leave Ireland if he wanted to be released from Spike Island, the “Guantanamo” of that era, where the British kept Irish prisoners. Donal’s essay dealing with that appeared in The Philadelphia Review at http://philareview.com/2012/07/25/meeting-dad-again/

Donal has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had fiction and poetry published in various print and online publications, including The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Christian Science Monitor, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, The Galway Review (Ireland), The Osprey Journal (Wales), Public Republic (Bulgaria), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey) and other magazines. 

He admires the work of Seamus Heaney, T. S. Eliot. William Faulkner and J.D. Salinger. He read Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye as an undergraduate and forgot about going to law school and instead went on to do graduate work in English. He stopped after the master’s degree after the head of the English department told him he should write criticism instead of poetry. Nothing wrong with critics but someone has to provide them with the carrion the critics need to eat. 

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1. bzniditch - March 19, 2015

Donal does not expect to be baffled by love’s sensations and memories
changing feelings but has a romanticism in his half-humorous reservations knowing life is a temporary state for all alter egos.


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