Poetry

by Kevin T. McEneaney Listening to Beethoven in autumn with crumpling brown leaves wreathing my footsteps, I note November quality with strength— a master at his peak breathing wisdom into…

by Kevin T. McEneaney The origins of religions are lost in fire, flames leaping into black air, illuminating the Spirit within— the voice of the poet speaking to God, whoever…

by Kevin T. McEneaney That crazy pumpkin with zig-zag-zam grin— nothing like it for a five-year old tyke, especially when a candle glimmers with magnificent rotundity, eyes winking and flittering…

by William Keller Each month brings a full moon I barely see through a patchwork of oak and maple leaves,often with layers of obscuring cloudsthat discourage me from stepping outto find…

by Desmond Egan wheels thump in liftoff matter becoming form as everything retreats turns unreal in sudden buildings ribbons factories of glint toy cars chasing each other across the warp…

by Kevin T. McEneaney          for Linda Kinney The pleasures of Autumn roll in slowly with a cool breeze from the northern mountain as leaves fall green, red, yellow, speckled…

by Kevin T. McEneaney A good rain is a delightful pleasure that permits a hiatus in schedule, time to ponder the verities of life, analyze reflection, panorama, of what is…

by Kevin T. McEneaney When Augustine confessed a thousand loves and announced his celibacy for life, he became Huge Father of Repression, Upright Poster Boy for masturbation.     When…

by Kevin T. McEneaney Do you sometimes feel like a walking stick with white eyes near-popping, legs awkward long as you stride through woods on weekend walk while sneakers ooze…