Poetry

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,…

Webb Pond, Maine by Kevin T McEneaney Ducks puddle on pond, loons dive in water, curling flock of frothing clouds overhead, shoreline landscaped with angular gray rocks, hawk circling high,…

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…

by Kevin T McEneaney Dead-heading dandelions on the lawn, squeezing the yellow juice of the flower, will do nothing at all for the landscape— for the dandelion exceeds our thought…

His Badhrán drum by Doctor Phillip Brady I will always say Hello to you he said, You looked after me when I had nothing. Now I have this place, if…

by Kevin T McEneaney To be merely human is now passé. Long ago, we invented deity who invisibly regulated life. Then we invented exalted heroes who were half-deity and half-human.…