Poetry

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…

by Kevin T McEneaney In Poland, there are mysterious trees, a small forest of about four hundred. These trees have a sinister, crooked base. * Scientists are still puzzled about…

by Kevin T McEneaney Many judge poetry irrelevant to the future of humankind. Creation is a poetic puzzle we attempt to translate into numbers that will encode speculative answers, which…

by Kevin T McEneaney      for Matt Finley The cornet descends from the herdsman’s horn, from about twenty thousand years ago, usually notched from an old, dead goat’s horn. *…

by Kevin T McEneaney Under the brightly shining supermoon the autumn landscape of withered-brown leaves is illuminated in a bright hue. Even the insects are taken by surprise… * October…