Poetry

Verbank Village Falls by KTM by Kevin T McEneaney Rural Ramble   That gentle tapping of rain on the roof in winter offers a sigh of relief when landscape is…

by Kevin  T McEneaney All birds have been demoted for singing too early in the morning, also for appearing in too many lyric poems, thus, occupying space better given to…

by Kevin T McEneaney There’s a compelling need for ritual bringing us back to the center of self where music reverberates in the soul, creating our identity and smile.  …

by Kevin T McEneaney The magic of Christmas resides in myth: that wandering star, noble Magi yarn; young shepherds in fields, cute cradle in barn; the marvelous mystery of childbirth;…

by James Sherry Breaking and entering into the paradise of me, suffering in my domain, reminding the preacher thatlife built surplus energy that founds & causes warming. Why do I…

cell migration by James Sherry Borderlands swell from one-dimensional linesthrough the compound model of things including molecules, nouns, individuals, nations, concepts, ecosystems. Scale  falters in perceptionpersisting. My brain is dark…

by Kevin T McEneaney Like the turkey, prehistoric flyers were not adept at aerial soaring any more than beginning choirs at a small church with smattering of ambition rooted in…

by Kevin T McEneaney When sun is out walking above white clouds and obviously in a genial mood with plentiful, bounteous rays spilling over hills, streams, lakes, trees, fields, and…

by Kevin T McEneaney Our wobbly globe is a walnut in air, trembling in an elliptical orbit much like a leaf shredded in a typhoon off the coast of a…

by Kevin T McEneaney   People say the world must have arrived from somewhere and they posit that the where was once nothingness. It’s a popular story in the news.…