Poetry

by Philip Brady What am I? A computer to think, An engine to go, A windmill to trap And convert C 2 0. An incinerator designed With its own gastric…

by Kevin T McEneaney One might amass financial wealth in life, or strive to compete for fame in a sport, indulge in bizarre sexual affairs, train one’s children to live…

by Kevin T McEneaney After hitting a home run or double, I often see batters make a cross sign, thanking the Creator for the big hit. Do they think God…

head of mosquito These ladies are out for your blood, my blood, especially the blood of young children, or blood of teenagers or wise women. They need the blood for…

by Chris Bittner Everyone Owns the moon: The deaf, the dumb, The insane, the pretenders, The blind might seem the sole exception. But they feel the moon more clearly. Who…

Dragonfly close-up by Kevin T McEneaney I’ve long admired dragonflies sailing over pond or creek. They are lightning fast at one-hundred body-lengths per second, and their eyes, their gorgeously colored…

by Kevin T McEneaney when your flight is delayed: admire cloud transformations if they are available watch the mysterious unloading of awkward baggage from planes go to the bathroom imagine…

Pile of old shoes. Shoes are marching through my mind like ducklings one after the other, noses to butt, in a long circling line that surround earth, and their clumping…

by Kevin T McEneaney We have new pictures of the universe which show a large slice of immensity. With our super-roving space telescope we can see a fraction of creation.…