Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney            for Clifford at 93 I love the ambiguity of Spring: forecasters can’t ever be accurate since puffy clouds contain their own whimsy while the…

Photo by Bill Keller This kind, April sunrise,crystalline light seepingfrom someone else’s sky,breaks the trail’s tired chill.Inside a leafless tree,a cardinal flits, a heartcaged by its arteries,and my unbundled skin,lavished…

 by Kevin T McEneaney Mothers are nearly just like everyone, except that they are mothers with children who do not understand who they are, or what role they are to…

Lviv train station by Phillip Brady I saw her at the station, Eyes down, bewilderment. Six weeks in a bunker where bombs fell. False information spread,  Shrapnel of lies causing…

by Kevin T McEneaney (for Earth Day) Insects around the globe held a meeting to address the problem of climate change. President Queen Bee from Argentina argued for the banning…

by Kevin T McEneaney Ister, Ishtar, fertility goddess from ancient-dust Mesopotamia, emblem of rabbits with fluttering doves amid raw-rutting heat of lusty love, that foolish wisdom of wanderlust love eyed…

means those without tail, the genre of frogs who are mostly carnivores like us: who also have no tails because we sit on our butt to ponder our dilemma. Like…

All Ears My ear follows me wherever I go— they are my devoted pets at each end. There are times I fear they will overhear dim thoughts brewing inside my…

When numbers reach acute mega-zeros, they are surely incomprehensible, yet music can attain similar heights, with transcendent, numinous mystery beyond ordinary understanding— which is why music transmits art beyond poetic…