Violet-tailed Sylph If reincarnation were to be true (alas, it is but a children’s fable), one could become a violet-tailed sylph, which is a snazzy blue-green hummingbird flitting on western…
by Kevin T McEneaney Watching baseball is like writing a poem. There are exciting hits or vivid lines…. Minutes may elongate into boredom for the fan, or poet not scribbling…
by Philip Brady What am I? A computer to think, An engine to go, A windmill to trap And convert C 2 0. An incinerator designed With its own gastric…
by Kevin T McEneaney After hitting a home run or double, I often see batters make a cross sign, thanking the Creator for the big hit. Do they think God…
head of mosquito These ladies are out for your blood, my blood, especially the blood of young children, or blood of teenagers or wise women. They need the blood for…
by Chris Bittner Everyone Owns the moon: The deaf, the dumb, The insane, the pretenders, The blind might seem the sole exception. But they feel the moon more clearly. Who…
Dragonfly close-up by Kevin T McEneaney I’ve long admired dragonflies sailing over pond or creek. They are lightning fast at one-hundred body-lengths per second, and their eyes, their gorgeously colored…
heavenly astronaut with trash bag by Kevin T McEneaney Just as there is clutter in your closet, attic, basement, garage, or patio, the sky above has fragments of junk trash:…
by Kevin T McEneaney when your flight is delayed: admire cloud transformations if they are available watch the mysterious unloading of awkward baggage from planes go to the bathroom imagine…