That Boob Tube

by Kevin T McEneaney How often do you worship your TV? Do you adore news, sports, or movies? How many stations do you find obnoxious? Do you watch wrestling, boxing,…

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Academic conferences

by Kevin T McEneaney It is hard to write poetry at a conference about poetry. The doctors have their scalpels, their comparisons, their theories, their illustrative computer slides, rhythms analyzed…

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Schizophrenic

by Kevin T McEneaney When I was a confused ten-year-old, there were two dimensions in my life: I played football with multiple concussions and my elbow shattered into thirty shards;…

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Old Men

by Niel Donnelly Some tailored, haircut neat, most unkempt, forward bent, on the beach or on the street. Ah, those letters never sent.... * You leaned across the table with…

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Brain, inc.

by Kevin T McEneaney Your brain remains an obscure paradox: a huge filing cabinet of pictures, a lightning move in improvised chess game, an insouciant stroll in Spring downpour, a…

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Nightlife wonders

by Kevin T McEneaney Some insects are more active during night. There is as much pollination at night as compared to during daylight hours. * Nocturnal moths comprise the greatest…

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Ten commandments of the kitchen

by Kevin T McEneaney When in doubt consult a cookbook, but do not be a fundamentalist.Remember salt is your best friend, yet an overly generous amount will undo your friendship.Never…

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Creation

by Kevin T McEneaney A single eukaryote began the worldby eating bacteria, divided,started the process of evolution. * How that happened we do not know at all,but that is how…

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Birth

by Kevin T McEneaney Earth endured a marriage made in heavenwhen protoplanet Theia collidedwith earth shortly after the earth was bornabout 4.5 billion years ago.Wandering Theia was the size of…

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A Little Poison

by William Keller A red eft crosses the rail trail, slowly,gravel big as boulders to his elbowedlegs. When I approach, he freezes –not camouflaged, but bright as an autumnleaf, gold eye-rings…

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