by Kevin T. McEneaney Thou shalt not permit dust bunnies larger than a basketball to accumulate in any room. Thou shalt not stuff the refrigerator with moldy mushrooms or rotten,…
by Bill Keller I skied these woods when snow was deep, learned about its slopes and shadows, the openings between the trees that were sketchpads for my double lines. Threading…
by Kevin T McEneaney Just as physicists play with duration, light, and the vast concept of space itself, so do poets when they are most sober gazing into the heart…
by Kevin T. McEneaney “You can think of the entire environment jiggling, vibrating,”—Quantum physicist Louis Slocombe That gradual tilt toward warmer weather with sunny daffodil days and birdsong symphony…
by Kevin T. McEneaney After a few versions a poet may take satisfaction in the work done while hoping the next poem will be better than the last when the…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Folklore cliches are flying left and right in celebration of the famed Welshman who built more churches than any other evangelist in Christian history. …
by Kevin T. McEneaney Tossing knotted log in the woodstove maw, I breathe small sigh of relief, knowing that April will soon caress crocus while buds of willow, apple, cherry,…