by Kevin T. McEneaney Folklore cliches are flying left and right in celebration of the famed Welshman who built more churches than any other evangelist in Christian history. …
by Kevin T. McEneaney Tossing knotted log in the woodstove maw, I breathe small sigh of relief, knowing that April will soon caress crocus while buds of willow, apple, cherry,…
by Javier Flavius III The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING. The sport of…
by Kevin T. McEneaney for Liz and Sharon "The light shined through her, not on her."—Liz Faulkner Our lives are fleeting like a spider web lurking in dusty…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Particles of water fell in the form of snow. Birds gorged themselves at swaying feeder. Tree stumps donned Astrakhan hats. Lace dotted windows. Snowmen magically formed…
by Philip Brady (Dublin Statue on junction of O'Connell and Talbot Street) James Joyce stood on Talbot Street, Walking cane and face mask on, Listening to the passing talk. …
by Kevin T. McEneaney for Douglas Grandgeorge The book lay closed on the table, yet he could read it; he knew the surface and below the surface where wisdom…
by Kevin T. McEneaney end of snowy pelt mid-winter ice melt small humps of ice dirty, not nice fevered plant or two poke ice-crust through as snow…