Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney The pleasures of ice falling through blear air remains much under appreciated. While it may result in inconvenience, ice itself is a fantastic marvel: hanging from…

by Javier Flavius III   The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.   The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.   The sport of…

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…

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.  …

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…