Hexahedron on Tongue

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…

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A Covid Villanelle

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.  …

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Breaking Bread

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…

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welcome drip

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…

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Lament

by Kevin T. McEneaney The House of Laws mourns for the loss of its dignity. The labyrinth of law and decorum echoes in silent objection to its violation before the…

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At the Feeder

by Kevin T. McEneaney Nonchalant Reverend Junco says Hi! Superstitious Morning Dove says Goodbye! Postal Deliverer Chickadee, here… Wren, a delicate dancer, conjures charm… Bluejay crowd, big bullies of the…

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A Midwinter Day

by Philip Brady   There were snowdrops in the graveyard today, First growth of the season, or maybe last. Nature has its own calculating way With calendar for future times…

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Nearly Six

by Kevin T. McEneaney      for Cameron Hush! He is prancing, frolicking in snow: More like a striped chipmunk than squirrel. Tossing snow in air, falling like a veil removed…

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Equinox Joy

by Kevin T. McEneaney When there’s frost painted on nose, ice in toes, fingers split on many digits, can’t move, ice clinging to eyelids, beard, and nose hairs, ears screaming…

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An ear to rain and time

by Kevin T. McEneaney Sleeping with rainfall is a luxury to be savored like excellent coffee!     Long ago, little could be accomplished when it rained: carve wood, make…

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