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…
by Kevin T McEneaney As a child I watched Looney Tunes cartoons, yet I didn’t know just what a loon was. Later on in life, I discovered loons: their peculiar,…
neurons in the brain by Kevin T McEneaney There are many varieties of rocks, so many kinds that I’m often confused. At times I think there are rocks in my…
by Neil Donnelly Walking towards the Golf club, sun beating on the Old Head of Kinsale; at the Sentry Box, between a limp tricolor and a stars n’ stripes, a…
after Joachim du Bellay by Kevin T McEneaney In Iceland there’s no shortage of lava while the ocean offers plenty of salt. Combine these two common ingredients: one arrives…
by Kevin T McEneaney When it’s too darn hot to do anything, even think about what could, should, be done, then one might doze off in the brutal heat, only…
by Kevin T McEneaney Like us, many animals give a kiss. Clown-fish pucker kiss to attract a mate. Foxes rub noses or mock-bite on neck. Elephants touch trunks, plunge them…