Quandary

by Kevin T McEneaney Today, on Valentine’s Day, young children draw hearts, hoping to love one another in the face of massive gun violence, now the leading cause of death…

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Art as Communication

Houseboat, lithograph by Juan Miro by Kevin T McEneaney Neanderthals finger-painted in caves lit by fire, using various plant dyes for clothes: black, red, pink, or shades of ochre. Jewelry…

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Those Ariel Flyers

Violet-tailed sylph by Kevin T McEneaney Since we are Johnny-come-lately creatures on evolutionary chart of life, we have more wisdom than our feathered friends who have flown billions of years…

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A History of Snow

by Kevin T McEneaney has 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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The Poetic Future

Slam X, first AI to win the Nobel Prize in Literature by Kevin T McEneaney Very soon AI robots will write poems, and poets can retire to the tavern where…

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Hawk in Winter

by Kevin T McEneaney When the brittle crunch of ice underfoot rings in your ear on a winter morning as a hawk sits majestically in tree, one knows midwinter freeze…

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Cloudy Skies

by Kevin T McEneaney Rainy afternoons are sometimes a plague on motivation, imagination, and blunt practical considerations. That dripping from gutters and eaves remains depressing, gloomy, caustic annoyance when it…

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When I was a tree

by Kevin T McEneaney This Christmas I became a Christmas tree decorated with lights red, green, and blue, blinking to tell everyone that I was the Spirit of Christmas cheer…

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Christmas Cry!

by Kevin T McEneaney To stand by the womb when a child is born conjures central wonder of life on earth. For a mother to push out her newborn to…

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Let there be Song!

by Kevin T McEneaney We don’t understand gravity, Space, time, or even the nature of light itself, yet we think we are big shots in this world because we know…

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