Works of Carl Mahoney

Short Stories The excess denim fabric on his baggy pants rippled as he walked, flowing like a swell in the ocean. He walked. A blue shirt hung on his pointy shoulders, down just below his belt. Earphones, stuffed in his ears, playing an unheard tune. He walked down the street towards an unknown destination. Eyes, fixed, as if in deep thought and concentration. Enjoying the music in his ears, experiencing the poetry of their lyrics. He walked, never stopping or breaking stride, breathing evenly and calmly, in silence. Carl Mahoney © 2001 Poetry Essays |||Queen Elizabeth|||The Scarlet Letter||| View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook