Poetry

Pile of old shoes. Shoes are marching through my mind like ducklings one after the other, noses to butt, in a long circling line that surround earth, and their clumping…

by Kevin T McEneaney We have new pictures of the universe which show a large slice of immensity. With our super-roving space telescope we can see a fraction of creation.…

by Kevin T McEneaney Some days part of my brain doesn’t function; it’s hard to figure out the problem. Meditation often solves the problem; then renewed, my brain operates quite…

“Ladybird, ladybird, fly away homeYour house is on fire and your children are goneAll except one, and that's Little AnneFor she has crept under the warming pan.” Ladybugs have walked…

Wolf Spider by Kevin T McEneaney Faces of wolf spiders are quite hairy. Gross insect biomass in Germany has declined by seventy to eighty percent over the past thirty years.…

by Kevin T McEneaney I regret to report today’s problem: large party of asparagus beetles whooping it up, consuming all green fronds, so long stalk leaves look like gray skeletons…

a photographically enlarged mite by Kevin T McEneaney When mites crawl in your hair or on your hands, you know you are headed for a shower. Mites are not around…

by Kevin T McEneaney Is this the mug that launched a thousand tanks? Who bombed hospital maternity wards? Who shelled elementary schools at noon? Who abducted 20,000 orphans, dumping them…

I wish I could sing all day like the birds whose immense beaks and colorful bodies blot out the great blue heavens up above while I hide myself from these…

by Kevin T. McEneaney One can never have enough canning jars, sunny weather on a Spring afternoon, words to express satisfactory joy, favorite ice cream flavor for dessert, good sleep…