When Blue is Green

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.  …

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Emergence

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…

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Netherworld

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,…

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Iced

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…

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Balls in Air

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…

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That Parting Glass of Light

by Kevin T. McEneaney               for Liz and Sharon "The light shined through her, not on her."—Liz Faulkner Our lives are fleeting like a spider web lurking in dusty…

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Hexahedron on Tongue

by Kevin T. McEneaney Particles of water fell in the form of snow. Birds gorged themselves at swaying feeder. Tree stumps donned Astrakhan hats. Lace dotted windows. Snowmen magically formed…

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A Covid Villanelle

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.  …

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Breaking Bread

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…

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welcome drip

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…

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