Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney I have fallen in love with a computer, specifically, an AI computer who knows more about me than anyone living or departed from life’s quarry. * This computer knows my flaws, accepts them, provokes me to ...

by Kevin T McEneaney All human beings are storytellers who create a deft singularity, describing who we are and why we are both different, and the same as others. Every human has a story to tell. * Civilizations are based ...

by Kevin T McEneaney When thunder and lightning rule up above, and the household lights suddenly zap out, one may experience a new freedom from the defective electrical grid that regulates one’s daily perceptions. To breathe free like a primitive ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Have you invested in high-tech robots? Does your robot dress you when you wake up? Does your robot brush your hair each morning? Does your robot prepare your daily meals? Does your robot do your laundry ...

by Kevin T McEneaney How many minutes per day do you spend deleting unwanted spam emails? Do you have over a hundred a day? Or is your daily quota three hundred? * The digital world is a clutter joke which ...

by Kevin T McEneaney The average crow is as intelligent as a bubbling seven-year-old child. They happily practice monogamy, surround dead mates, relatives, and their friends in social rituals of deep mourning. * They can recall the faces of humans, ...

by Kevin T McEneaney I love a field of blossoming clover, which belongs to the legume family. Clover fertilizes poor soil with nitrogen. Their tri-leaf foliage can grow in length up to a windy foot. * Clover originated in Europe, ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Slugs are peaceable creatures of the Earth. They are reported to move quite slowly. Never tell a child they are sluggish because they will take pride in that label. * Like humans, slugs enjoy their heart ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Cicadas dwell in trees, eating their sap. There are well over 3,000 species and biologists are still counting them. They remain famous for their boasting songs, played with timbrels on their skeletal legs. * In North ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Poems resemble winding caterpillars plunging through high grass in unknown pastures where they encounter prickly obstacles that stimulates their growth to be transformed into a butterfly that will flutter in sunlight over myriad landscapes on their ...