Secrets of Nature

by Kevin T McEneaney In Poland, there are mysterious trees, a small forest of about four hundred. These trees have a sinister, crooked base. * Scientists are still puzzled about this, since they can’t determine how this happened. These trees ...
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Meditation on Artificial Intelligence

by Kevin T McEneaney Many judge poetry irrelevant to the future of humankind. Creation is a poetic puzzle we attempt to translate into numbers that will encode speculative answers, which may or may not include sapiens. * Mortality instigates poetry, ...
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On cornet

by Kevin T McEneaney for Matt Finley The cornet descends from the herdsman’s horn, from about twenty thousand years ago, usually notched from an old, dead goat’s horn. * The cornet is quite difficult to play and requires an expert ...
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Supermoon

by Kevin T McEneaney Under the brightly shining supermoon the autumn landscape of withered-brown leaves is illuminated in a bright hue. Even the insects are taken by surprise… * October decomposition fills me with apprehension for coming winter. The silver ...
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My monster

poem by Kevin T McEneaney My brain has been shut down by a majority of frontal brain cells who claim a lack of nutrients emerging from stomach and colon. * This consortium claims too much alcohol is destroying proper gastronomic ...
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Ocean, sky, berries

Picking raspberries is my favorite childhood memory with the sun shining at my back with a gentle, tickling breeze on my nose as drifting clouds scud above, aerial messengers of happiness. Secondly, the breaking waves at Jones Beach, building sandcastles ...
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Pools

by Bill Keller Pools  Rain refills the narrow poolsthat flank the trail, swelling themwith shadow, stillness, stench,darkly rotting birch stumps,vague masses captive at the edge.... I take another step, squelchin a reeking muck that I’llcarry for a while, and thisis when ...
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Meditation at sunrise

by Kevin T McEneaney Transcendence was a secular ideal with humanists in the last century, but currently it appears to be folly. Today, transcendence is limited to religious meditation, poetry, and the odd, ecstatic visionary. * Computer zeros and ones ...
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Beetle mania

by Kevin T McEneaney When did you last speak to a small beetle? Was it hiding under dandelion? You should speak to a beetle once a year since they account for 25% of all animal species on this earth that ...
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August bloom

by Kevin T McEneaney Why are lilacs blooming in August? They did not bloom as they should have in Spring… * Anomalies can be disconcerting… Such little surprises in the landscape prove that anomalies can be our friends who cheer ...
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