“Of Pianos and Bicycles” by Frank Dullaghan

All the pianos are silent.The pianists have abandoned them,great hulks of music, relicsof aural pleasure. They stood in concert pits,in the sound-proofed roomsof schools, against the wallsof bars. Now they are ignored. We get so used to passing oneornamenting a parlour, on a stage, orin the dusty windowof an antiques shop, we no longer see…

Four Poems by Frank Dullaghan

How it Happens Spring 2021 – For Louise and Ellis She was with him when they gassed him, when his grip on her finger fell away. Then she kissed him and was sent out to wait. Three-months old, post-op, he will not remember. But his Mama will. This is how it happens, how mothers grow…