Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney In prehistoric times Neanderthals, Erectus, also Homo Sapiens counted with lines on bones, stones, and cave walls. They all found numbers to be essential for trade…

by Kevin T McEneaney Crocus, emblem of the arriving Spring: purple, yellow, orange trumpeting change to warmer weather despite frigid nights. Hardy in early March, they endure cold weather to…

by Neil Donnelly                                        Our school was playing in a town near                                        Blackstairs. I got on the bus, then went                                        straight to your house where years                                        before…

The high honking of ducks in early March signals return of warmer weather, yet nighttime frost may strike at any night. Each morning, light arrives much earlier with indication of…

by Kevin T McEneaney That carpet of white snow has turned to ice…. Footprints of deer and small birds are frozen pockets that reveal random wanderings. * The ice is…

by Bill Keller I drop the pair, still dripping, into the rack, careful to turn one edgewise, so that they won't do what they like * to do -- embrace…

by Neil Donnelly There’s an old boy running for the bus! shouts a passenger, stepping off. Driver waits, keeps the door open while his impatient engine irritates. The old boy,…

by Kevin T McEneaney The skeleton flower puts on a show for its multitude of admirerers who witness its wondrous ability to turn its leaves into transparent “glass” in the…