Poetry

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 Welcome the leafhopper into your life, an insect with twenty thousand species dressed in varied, rainbow striping.   What would life be like if humans harbored…

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 Tonia Shoumatoff I sit in the sun like a snake emerging after the long winter still frozen inside,  relearning how to move. From out of nowhere tears arise behind…

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,…

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…