Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney It’s possible to live for a hundred years, although only few people manage that.   A bowhead whale can live two hundred years, while a zebra finch…

by Kevin T McEneaney I enjoy sleeping when it rains. The sound of raindrops pelting a window gently transports me to the land of sleep where dreams are swathed in…

by Kevin T McEneaney How often do you observe how your brain works at different times of the day or night? Your brain is something of a mystery and it…

by Kevin T McEneaney When it gets hotter than hot in the shade, and even the leaves are drooping, crying for a drop of water from the heavens as the…

by Kevin T McEneaney AI will compose poetry for you. Download the app, and you are a poet. The app covers all forms of poetry and will compose a hundred…

by Kevin T McEneaney Suddenly, a drenching summer downpour flooding the rolling sward of grass and weeds, gutters pouring fiercely, spattering ground, the sky a frothing boil, blanket gray. *…

by Kevin T McEneaney Wintering down in South America, they make their first appearance in Houston. Males and females jointly decide on nests. A brooding pair will birth three to…