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 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…
by Kevin T McEneaney When a scholar dies, what happens with books? (A library is but personal quirk.) Usually, the books are given away. In the scholar’s heaven, all…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Glance up sometime at a clear midnight sky to see the Cosmos, those jewels of the night, as Aristotle once coined them long ago. One…