Poetry

Poem and photo by Neil Donnelly At the back of the house, on my route to the compost place, sudden overhead buzzing makes me look up, and there on the eaves, a bee’s nest and a swarm, now a squadron, ...

by Kevin T McEneaney I once called my son a little pumpkin. He did not like that—being called little, knowing he was much smarter than a squash. * Pumpkins are one of the oldest known plants in the world to ...

by Kevin T McEneaney The final enterprise of sapiens? To clutter the universe with robots who garner evidence of human life, which once flourished on this planet called Earth. They will analyze our human demise. * These robots will research ...

by Kevin T McEneaney About five million insect species live on planet Earth, which we call our home. (One million species are identified.) * It appears that we don’t know our neighbors, who may make our lives uncomfortable because they ...

by Kevin T McEneaney In 1863, Warsaw was sacked by the Russian army under the Tsar who was intolerant of free thinking. Siberia became the destiny of all educated Polish people. * As a symbol of martial victory, Chopin’s piano ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...