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 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…
by Kevin T. McEneaney for Cameron Hush! He is prancing, frolicking in snow: More like a striped chipmunk than squirrel. Tossing snow in air, falling like a veil removed…
by Kevin T. McEneaney When there’s frost painted on nose, ice in toes, fingers split on many digits, can’t move, ice clinging to eyelids, beard, and nose hairs, ears screaming…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Sleeping with rainfall is a luxury to be savored like excellent coffee! Long ago, little could be accomplished when it rained: carve wood, make…