Poetry

by Phillip Brady I went out for a walk today, Everyone saluted, saying Hello in passing, Even the Hearse slowed down and waved. I am very well, thank you, I…

by Kevin T McEneaney As a last resource, fish will count objects, yet they prefer to employ other clues like behavior, color, sound, or movement. Some fish can identify music…

by Kevin T McEneaney The tradition of fishing in Key West demands that you take a pic of your catch, as evidence of your fabled trophy. Over the past seventy…

by Kevin T McEneaney Diving into the ink-well of dark dreams, I dreamt people could make any object just by thinking about an object: think chair, a bowler hat, or…

by Neil Donnelly Uncle Eddie, large head, black hair, who until that moment, in an open box in a house on Cider Avenue, Belfast, looking healthy on that cold black…

photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller I can’t get lost — this trail runs straight. I go a few miles out and back.No intersections, choosing routes,just the Yes of gravel underfoot. I sometimes dream another…

by Kevin T McEneaney When you raise a glass of wine to toast with friend, that wine would not exist, except that wasps provide the brewing yeast for all the…

When a dense mist-cloud envelopes the day with invisible prickle of raindrops that decorate one’s eyelashes and ears, one feels like one is walking in a dream without the clock…

by Kevin T McEneaney Creation: process of variation among life forms on this goodly planet where chemicals continually change and biological organisms swerve and adapt to the environment. The universe…

by Neil Donnelly On Dublin’s Grafton Street I pass an old man, vainly trying to squeeze notes from a harmonica, an upturned empty hat as his feet. Something of that…