Poetry

Slam X, first AI to win the Nobel Prize in Literature by Kevin T McEneaney Very soon AI robots will write poems, and poets can retire to the tavern where…

by Kevin T McEneaney When the brittle crunch of ice underfoot rings in your ear on a winter morning as a hawk sits majestically in tree, one knows midwinter freeze…

by Kevin T McEneaney Rainy afternoons are sometimes a plague on motivation, imagination, and blunt practical considerations. That dripping from gutters and eaves remains depressing, gloomy, caustic annoyance when it…

by Kevin T McEneaney This Christmas I became a Christmas tree decorated with lights red, green, and blue, blinking to tell everyone that I was the Spirit of Christmas cheer…

by Kevin T McEneaney To stand by the womb when a child is born conjures central wonder of life on earth. For a mother to push out her newborn to…

by Kevin T McEneaney We don’t understand gravity, Space, time, or even the nature of light itself, yet we think we are big shots in this world because we know…

by Kevin T McEneaney Preparing for Christmas means preparing music of all kinds from French troubadours to West Coast jazz, classical favorites, and even those re-invented pop tunes, or cherished…

by Kevin T McEneaney White rime on the grass this frosty morning When you caress frost, it melts quickly Mid-winter can produce frost on your nose Children are fascinated by…

by Kevin T McEneaney There are times in life when one must relax; that remains part of the pattern of life. Pundits say relaxation is an art, yet pundits practice…

by Kevin T McEneaney Can you ever measure too many things? Of course, not! Civilization itself is based on the convention of measure. Without secure standard there is chaos, cheating,…