Foreign Languages

by Kevin T McEneaney Did you know flowers speak to bumblebees by way of electrical impulses? When a flower has not attracted bees, it gives off static electricity which pulls at the small hairs of a bee’s back that lets ...
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The laughing animal

by Kevin T McEneaney In the nineteenth century, we thought we were more intelligent than animals, and that we were not animals ourselves. * In the twentieth century, we thought machines as stupid as a doornail, yet we needed to ...
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Dusk

by Bill Keller Beginning in May, we take feeders out each morning, bring them in again at dusk; tall cylinders of sugar water, some straight, some with a waist — * so that passing bears, their tongues not made for ...
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Footwork

by Kevin T McEneaney I, who sang of quantum physics and light, now baritone on the sport of soccer: of the stop-gap ball block before a pass that zips upfield to a midfield player who, in turn, passes it to ...
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On the tongue

by Kevin T McEneaney I, who sang of love and chemistry, now sing the glories of strawberry jam without maligning other flavored jams. (I speak of only homemade jams, not of over-processed store-purchased jams.) * The sweet scent of berries ...
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When Old is New

by Kevin T McEneaney I’ve heard folks make fun of Homer and his “rosy-fingered dawn” trope, but those who say such things have little appreciation of dawn: its pristine hope, awesome promise, that glow making all things new, which is ...
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Playing dice

by Kevin T McEneaney Does an infinity really exist? One runs into invisible quarks. One cannot divide space infinitely, yet space certainly can be quantified. * What happens if you go in a straight line? Will that straight line continue ...
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How can this be?

by Kevin T McEneaney How can a point with no volume at all contain the volume of infinite space? One second after the immense Big Bang the journey to infinity began…. * Was the Big Bang a singular event, or ...
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In praise of slugs

by Kevin T McEneaney I, who sang of astronomy and kindness, now sing manifold virtues of the slug, a shell-less terrestrial gastropod— a form of crawling, slouching mollusc, a polyphyletic category subject to crass and ignorant insults, like “Why are ...
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That Boob Tube

by Kevin T McEneaney How often do you worship your TV? Do you adore news, sports, or movies? How many stations do you find obnoxious? Do you watch wrestling, boxing, or gambling? Are you attracted to sitcoms or game shows? ...
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