Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney In a world where data oversupply is paramount, is it possible wisdom may become more arcane, harder to achieve in an algorithmic world? - Will algorithms…

by Kevin T McEneaney Christmas comes but once a year. We wish more, but if Christmas came every single day, it would no longer be Christmas at all. - Sometimes…

by Kevin T McEneaney A semblance of eternity is found: in pricking raindrops falling on your head, number of grass blades that you have stepped on, number of seeds you…

by Kevin T McEneaney We are all bio-electric beings. There is a current leaping through our brains, as there is in all cellular life forms (discovered by Luigi Galvani in…

by Kevin T McEneaney Like snowflakes dithering in windy breeze, Christmas mythologies descend on us as they accumulated over time, during two thousand years of stories, songs. - Christmas fables…

by Kevin T McEneaney Do you take the air we breathe for granted? Prochlorococcus means small green berry, but it’s not a berry, yet it may be the most populous…

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…