When it’s Hotter than Hot

by Kevin T McEneaney When water beads on plumbing pipes, sweating profusely from humidity in air as thick, sticky air drip-drips with steady weary drizzle that seems to have heartbeat…

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The Book Cave

by Kevin T McEneaney When a scholar dies, what happens with books? (A library is but personal quirk.) Usually, the books are given away.   In the scholar’s heaven, all…

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A Great Arc

by Kevin T. McEneaney Glance up sometime at a clear midnight sky to see the Cosmos, those jewels of the night, as Aristotle once coined them long ago.   One…

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Progress

by Kevin T McEneaney In antique days poets said that the eye functioned as portal whereby love entered: quick as an arrow, shot by Cupid!   The world record holder,…

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Improv

by Kevin T McEneaney A pleasant set of chimes can turn around a day by transforming it into cheer. Chimes remain an important talisman on front porch or rear exit…

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Put a Cricket in your Heart

Put a Cricket in your Heart by Kevin T McEneaney The earth is full of singing poetry— from the unseen worm to gold cricket perched on a blade of cemetery…

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Lyrical Poetry died because

by Kevin T. McEneaney replaced by tv dating game shows food recipes replaced intimacy alliteration and assonance abandoned as artificial affectation it was deemed sentimental when compared to pornography romance…

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WASP

by Desmond Egan   exhausted banging buzzing how baffled he is as he crawls is crawling against the pane of all the bright beyond   watch that web          …

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On the tip of

The tongue, a most interesting organ. Without a tongue we would speak with fingers. Tongueless, food would not be appetizing, lovers would not taste their beloved’s flavor. Imagine drinking wine…

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Springup

by Kevin T McEneaney When scent of lilacs lilt in Spring air, it’s time to retrieve pick-ax, spade, and hoe to plant various seeds, tubers, and bushes. Working in mellow…

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