Metaphor

Being frames from the Sunday Comics without images by James Sherry Join The Fun You may win a nice prize Now, look what you’ve done It’s too hard to explain,…

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Springsong

by Kevin T McEneaney There is a light Spring rain falling from clouds, a rain that appears lighter than a leaf, although tall trees are now bare skeletons.   Spring…

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What is in the air?

by Kevin T McEneaney Anticipating a monster snowstorm, I prefer to catnap before the storm. A big snowstorm delivers hushed quiet which makes me feel relaxed yet more alert. Over…

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God is Always with us

Pic from NASA by Kevin T McEneaney Few tongues speak the language of God, which is not found in Greek or Hebrew. The language of God is mathematics: not many…

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The Heart Unfolding

by Kevin T McEneaney Valentine’s Day brims with mythology, whether Valentine or aggrieved Hamlet (as well as Romeo and Juliet) plus, billions of lovers in history, sketching lines of unknown…

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What’s in the Traveling Case?

by Kevin T McEneaney A master guitar player can hang you up on a note, thrill you with a quick chord, make you dream a dream you wanted to dream,…

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A History of Snow

by Kevin T McEneaney A vague beginning, unknowable end, in terms of timeline, and when it’s working, as it is now, one cannot calculate the number of snowflakes falling right…

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STOP IT!

by Kevin T McEneaney Voting produces damaging trauma. New statistics have been compiled by shrinks; stats reveal the trauma of shame endured by voters who voted for the loser. Deep…

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Slush

  by Kevin T McEneaney A slurry, sloppy subject to speak of. In French: niege fondue, snow fondue, charmingly comic as cuisine comment. English appropriates the world from Welsh since…

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Hawk

Photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller Call me up to the ridge, again. Though it’s late, and I’m tired, I’ll come,  climbing without my headlamp through lichens round as…

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