The Great Cloak
by Kevin T McEneaney Just as physicists play with duration, light, and the vast concept of space itself, so do poets when they are most sober gazing into the heart…
by Kevin T McEneaney Just as physicists play with duration, light, and the vast concept of space itself, so do poets when they are most sober gazing into the heart…
by Kevin T. McEneaney “You can think of the entire environment jiggling, vibrating,”—Quantum physicist Louis Slocombe That gradual tilt toward warmer weather with sunny daffodil days and birdsong symphony…
by Kevin T. McEneaney After a few versions a poet may take satisfaction in the work done while hoping the next poem will be better than the last when the…
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…