The Loom
by Kevin T McEneaney Shushing of autumn tree leaves in the wind freights dry, brittle sound as they drift to ground. There is sadness in the air when leaves die,…
by Bill Keller We went walking after rain through earthworms stuck on cement: strange crooks and curlicues, an uncanny alphabet. We were travelers, too, wondering where the path…
by Kevin T McEneaney What is love in high C in the morning when dew nestles on waving leaf and blade while burning sun has burnt all clouds…
by Kevin T McEneaney After hard rain, silence shudders awesome. Even regular morning birds don’t sing. One imagines that such silence echoes like a boulder rolling down a mountain.…
by Kevin T McEneaney At the high-rise condo they are experimenting with magnetic fields to protect themselves from the Delta Covid virus. At my golf club we delete from membership…
by Kevin T McEneaney In memory of Nikolai Vavilov During the dreadful siege of Leningrad, scientists willingly starved themselves to death rather than eat edible tuber seeds stored…
by Kevin T McEneaney If we possessed all Greek literature, painting, and sculpture, we’d be overwhelmed, proceed to learn, study Greek dialects, while their music would be irrelevant. Vivaldi’s…
by Kevin T McEneaney It’s the ups and downs that get your liver— not the roller coaster of life’s events, but sudden change when going up and down which makes…