Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney It’s the ups and downs that get your liver— not the roller coaster of life’s events, but sudden change when going up and down which makes…

by Kevin T McEneaney You see sunlight on steel rails and glance up to see an image mirrored in lake where three granite boulders dance like dice across a discarded…

by Kevin T McEneaney The lives of artists endure much clutter: painters with racks of completed canvas; poets with file cabinets of drafts; musicians, tattered open scores on chairs; sculptors…

by Kevin T McEneaney In our mother’s womb we swam in liquid while being nourished by the womb’s water. Even our conception was liquid act. Like young frogs, we plunge…

by Kevin T McEneaney While humans are fabulous achievers, we are gifted in how we make mistakes. Even our bodies often betray us with head colds, gastroenteritis, not to mention…

by Kevin T McEneaney When water beads on plumbing pipes, sweating profusely from humidity in air as thick, sticky air drip-drips with steady weary drizzle that seems to have heartbeat…

by Kevin T McEneaney When a scholar dies, what happens with books? (A library is but personal quirk.) Usually, the books are given away.   In the scholar’s heaven, all…

by Kevin T. McEneaney Glance up sometime at a clear midnight sky to see the Cosmos, those jewels of the night, as Aristotle once coined them long ago.   One…

by Kevin T McEneaney In antique days poets said that the eye functioned as portal whereby love entered: quick as an arrow, shot by Cupid!   The world record holder,…

by Kevin T McEneaney A pleasant set of chimes can turn around a day by transforming it into cheer. Chimes remain an important talisman on front porch or rear exit…