First Funeral

by Neil Donnelly Uncle Eddie, large head, black hair, who until that moment, in an open box in a house on Cider Avenue, Belfast, looking healthy on that cold black…

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Knowing

photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller I can’t get lost — this trail runs straight. I go a few miles out and back.No intersections, choosing routes,just the Yes of gravel underfoot. I sometimes dream another…

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Lift your glass!

by Kevin T McEneaney When you raise a glass of wine to toast with friend, that wine would not exist, except that wasps provide the brewing yeast for all the…

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What is in a location?

When a dense mist-cloud envelopes the day with invisible prickle of raindrops that decorate one’s eyelashes and ears, one feels like one is walking in a dream without the clock…

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Flux-World

by Kevin T McEneaney Creation: process of variation among life forms on this goodly planet where chemicals continually change and biological organisms swerve and adapt to the environment. The universe…

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Stopping, not stopping

by Neil Donnelly On Dublin’s Grafton Street I pass an old man, vainly trying to squeeze notes from a harmonica, an upturned empty hat as his feet. Something of that…

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About these birds

by Kevin T McEneaney As a child I watched Looney Tunes cartoons, yet I didn’t know just what a loon was. Later on in life, I discovered loons: their peculiar,…

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Webb pond

Webb Pond, Maine by Kevin T McEneaney Ducks puddle on pond, loons dive in water, curling flock of frothing clouds overhead, shoreline landscaped with angular gray rocks, hawk circling high,…

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Lost files

neurons in the brain by Kevin T McEneaney There are many varieties of rocks, so many kinds that I’m often confused. At times I think there are rocks in my…

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When did Black Coffee become Americano?

by Neil Donnelly Walking towards the Golf club, sun beating on the Old Head of Kinsale; at the Sentry Box, between a limp tricolor and a stars n’ stripes, a…

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