by Kevin T McEneaney Forsythia, that banner flag of Spring, blooms by window and sharp-curving roadside with yellow prolixity and promise of warmer weather with low-cloud-cover, and constant threat of…
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 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 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…
by Neil Donnelly Grey December, heart and soul leafless trees on the road not taken, that man in doorway with a begging bowl, oh Lord, why is he forsaken! *…
by Kevin T McEneaney Since the Big Bang, nothing has been added to the universe that we inhabit. The universe continues to expand. Astronomers can’t comprehend the now; they study…
by Kevin T McEneaney Mathematics pretends there is nothing that cannot be solved by computation based upon mathematical reason enshrined in equations or formula based upon staunch, rigorous reasoning, and…
by Kevin T McEneaney During decent winter snow-flaking fall, there is a consoling, naïve silence that expands the length of every second as snowflakes fall with improvisation while fickle winds…