by Kevin T McEneaney When sun is out walking above white clouds and obviously in a genial mood with plentiful, bounteous rays spilling over hills, streams, lakes, trees, fields, and…
by Kevin T McEneaney Our wobbly globe is a walnut in air, trembling in an elliptical orbit much like a leaf shredded in a typhoon off the coast of a…
by Kevin T McEneaney People say the world must have arrived from somewhere and they posit that the where was once nothingness. It’s a popular story in the news.…
Crescendo by Kevin T McEneaney The singing of songs defined humankind before we turned to invent weapons: bows, arrows, knives, catapult, use of fire. Music is the oldest part…
by Philip Brady That was a magnificent evening he said Addressing no star in particular On its rotation round infinity. If there was a better superlative I would have used…
by Bill Keller We went walking after rain through earthworms stuck on cement: strange crooks and curlicues, an uncanny alphabet. We were travelers, too, wondering where the path…
by Kevin T McEneaney What is love in high C in the morning when dew nestles on waving leaf and blade while burning sun has burnt all clouds…
by Kevin T McEneaney After hard rain, silence shudders awesome. Even regular morning birds don’t sing. One imagines that such silence echoes like a boulder rolling down a mountain.…