Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney To be merely human is now passé. Long ago, we invented deity who invisibly regulated life. Then we invented exalted heroes who were half-deity and half-human.…

by Kevin T McEneaney Butterflies adopt a royal schedule— they don’t rise from sleep until 10 am, when most humans are working hard at jobs. Then butterflies flit about at…

by Kevin T McEneaney With widest spectrum of color among all birds, they are the smallest birds, excelling in hues of blue, green, purple. Smaller hummingbirds beat gossamer wings at…

photo by KTM by Kevin T McEneaney Peonies are not instant protégées. You will need to get dirt in fingernails, and possess patience three years ticking before any satisfaction arrives…

by Kevin T McEneaney When moments appear to pass like minutes, turn your eyes to the bounty of Nature: buttercups bending in cool morning breeze, purple allium standing as lookout…

Harpy eagle by Kevin T McEneaney I, who once sang of love and religion, now sing the harpy eagle, a raptor more powerful than all other eagles! With their razor-sharp…

by Kevin T McEneaney The platypus has a marvelous trick: it can detect the electrical field of any animal; all animals emit an electrical signature; only the platypus has this…

Photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller At the end of a long winter I watch snow slip from a tree, sluggish at first as if stiff  from inactivity but then  plummeting, eager to  reconnect,…

by Kevin T McEneaney While packing for my final vacation, it occurred to me that I need not pack anything at all except humor to deal with everlasting darkness where…