Root-swelling
by Kevin T McEneaney The syntax of spring has sprung its magic while tongue can sing its glad astonishment at bulbs bursting into varied color when slight showers bead yellow…
by Kevin T McEneaney The syntax of spring has sprung its magic while tongue can sing its glad astonishment at bulbs bursting into varied color when slight showers bead yellow…
by Kevin T McEneaney Daffodils, the common peoples’ tulip, were in full bloom on the lawn outside of Sosnoff Theater at Bard College this past Sunday afternoon with the sun…
by Kevin T McEneaney The first time I heard the Shanghai Quartet, I was driving on Route 44 going west into Millbrook while listening to Robin Hood Radio playing cuts…
by Kevin T McEneaney Gently trickling rain on the windowpane lulls one to sleep and dream of quirky things: like butterflies dancing in fickle breeze, bright sunny days on mountain-top…
by Bill Keller I don't see a soul on this Good Friday run, though the trail's hospitable, trees in bud and birds softly twittering. Spring feels different with hate our…
by Kevin T McEneaney Last weekend at St. James Place, Great Barrington, MA, and at Trinity Church, Lakeville, CT, Christine Gevert’s Crescendo choir, and small orchestra of seven instruments, presented…
by Kevin T McEneaney Last Friday night at the Trinity Pawling secondary school in Pawling cellist Nicholas Canellakis and pianist Michael Stephen Brown performed in Gardner Theater with an electric…
Edna en Plein Air: “Dip the Song in the Stream” by Antonia Shoumatoff Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) was the High Priestess of the nineteen-twenties, practicing free love and breaking…
by Kevin T McEneaney When a robin in spring sets up a nest, begins to sing at orange rays of dawn about musical genealogy, he may well attract another robin…