Poetry

  by Kevin T McEneaney A slurry, sloppy subject to speak of. In French: niege fondue, snow fondue, charmingly comic as cuisine comment. English appropriates the world from Welsh since…

Photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller Call me up to the ridge, again. Though it’s late, and I’m tired, I’ll come,  climbing without my headlamp through lichens round as…

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…