Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney Voting produces damaging trauma. New statistics have been compiled by shrinks; stats reveal the trauma of shame endured by voters who voted for the loser. Deep shame lingers for a long period— for some it is ...
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  by Kevin T McEneaney A slurry, sloppy subject to speak of. In French: niege fondue, snow fondue, charmingly comic as cuisine comment. English appropriates the world from Welsh since they had no previous world for it. Wales hospitably provides ...
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Photo by Bill Keller by Bill Keller Call me up to the ridge, again. Though it’s late, and I’m tired, I’ll come,  climbing without my headlamp through lichens round as lily pads to  the solitary lookout spruce you hunted from ...
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Verbank Village Falls by KTM by Kevin T McEneaney Rural Ramble   That gentle tapping of rain on the roof in winter offers a sigh of relief when landscape is a winter wonderland. Creek burbles in mellifluous murmur, humming to ...
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by Kevin  T McEneaney All birds have been demoted for singing too early in the morning, also for appearing in too many lyric poems, thus, occupying space better given to distinguished political lobbyists who wish to be heard above twitter-clicks ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney There’s a compelling need for ritual bringing us back to the center of self where music reverberates in the soul, creating our identity and smile.   This is especially true at Christmas with myths of journey ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney The magic of Christmas resides in myth: that wandering star, noble Magi yarn; young shepherds in fields, cute cradle in barn; the marvelous mystery of childbirth; a choir of angels singing great joy to people of ...
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by James Sherry Breaking and entering into the paradise of me, suffering in my domain, reminding the preacher thatlife built surplus energy that founds & causes warming. Why do I want to sustain that image, that paradise of glass that ...
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cell migration by James Sherry Borderlands swell from one-dimensional linesthrough the compound model of things including molecules, nouns, individuals, nations, concepts, ecosystems. Scale  falters in perceptionpersisting. My brain is dark inside my skull, but connectionsfill me with light.  ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney Like the turkey, prehistoric flyers were not adept at aerial soaring any more than beginning choirs at a small church with smattering of ambition rooted in devotion to God, aesthetics, and community.   We forgive the ...
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