Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney Millay skated on the living room floor when she was a child living in Maine. Bright, educated at Vassar College, she bloomed when she wrote from…

by Kevin T McEneaney I’m a poet, not a celebrity who belongs to the advertising world. I am not mugging for television, or in a marketed video pitch. Watching television…

by Kevin T McEneaney At Christmas, we sing the familiar hymns that we learned to sing in our childhood days. We may not have understood the lyrics which echo in…

by Kevin T McEneaney When snow turns to an icy, slick surface that makes walking difficult to manage if you are carrying large packages, the balancing fluid in your cold…

by Neil Donelley My first thought, This can’t be happening, but it was. At the end of the fast walk I missed my footing, and in that powerless moment, I…

Poem and photo by Neil Donnelly At the back of the house, on my route to the compost place, sudden overhead buzzing makes me look up, and there on the…

by Kevin T McEneaney I once called my son a little pumpkin. He did not like that—being called little, knowing he was much smarter than a squash. * Pumpkins are…

by Kevin T McEneaney The final enterprise of sapiens? To clutter the universe with robots who garner evidence of human life, which once flourished on this planet called Earth. They…

by Kevin T McEneaney About five million insect species live on planet Earth, which we call our home. (One million species are identified.) * It appears that we don’t know…

by Kevin T McEneaney In 1863, Warsaw was sacked by the Russian army under the Tsar who was intolerant of free thinking. Siberia became the destiny of all educated Polish…