Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaaney In English there’s no word for pre-dawn blue, but there once was in old Anglo-Saxon, uhtna which indicates they rose early to plunder their neighbor’s goods…

by Kevin T McEneaney At the high-rise condo they are experimenting with magnetic fields to protect themselves from the Delta Covid virus. At my golf club we delete from membership…

by Kevin T McEneaney    In memory of Nikolai Vavilov   During the dreadful siege of Leningrad, scientists willingly starved themselves to death rather than eat edible tuber seeds stored…

by Kevin T McEneaney If we possessed all Greek literature, painting, and sculpture, we’d be overwhelmed, proceed to learn, study Greek dialects, while their music would be irrelevant.   Vivaldi’s…

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…