The Loom

by Kevin T McEneaney Shushing of autumn tree leaves in the wind freights dry, brittle sound as they drift to ground. There is sadness in the air when leaves die,…

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Nuclear Winter

by Bill Schlesinger And you tell me over and over and over again, my friendAh, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction P.F. Sloan, 1964   In these months after…

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Your Poem

by Philip Brady I saw your lines discrete between the leaves, And saw the thoughts within the lines unfold, A breath too fine for spoken word to breathe, A whispered…

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Shai Wosner: Mad-Genius Beethoven at The Stissing Center

Shai Wosner at The Stissing Center. Photo by KTM by Kevin T McEneaney Shortly after Beethoven huddled with his unstable brother Carl’s household, just outside of Vienna during Napoleon’s canon…

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Hudson Hall: Bolcom & Glass with Jenny Lin

Jenny Lin by Kevin T McEneaney The much-recorded and legendary pianist Jenny Lin, who has often worked with William Bolcom and Philip Glass, performed their works amid the wonderful acoustics…

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Summer Rain

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…

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Daniel Stepner of Aston Magna

Interview with Kevin T McEneaney KM: How did your organization arrive at the name Aston Magna, Great Astonishment? DS: The name derives from an estate in Great Barrington. Aston Magna…

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Going for Baroque with Aston Magna

Daniel Stepner, Michael Sponseller, Laura Jeppesen, Catherine Liddell. Photo by Leila Hawken by Kevin T McEneaney Aston Magna opened with J.S. Bach at Saint James Place in Great Barrington Sunday…

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Blue Notes

  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…

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