Grey December
by Neil Donnelly Grey December, heart and soul leafless trees on the road not taken, that man in doorway with a begging bowl, oh Lord, why is he forsaken! * In the guise of fake philanthropy we plunder out the ...
Looking up!
by Kevin T McEneaney Since the Big Bang, nothing has been added to the universe that we inhabit. The universe continues to expand. Astronomers can’t comprehend the now; they study only the far distant past. - Behind most distant galaxies ...
Where we are
by Kevin T McEneaney Mathematics pretends there is nothing that cannot be solved by computation based upon mathematical reason enshrined in equations or formula based upon staunch, rigorous reasoning, and yet they may have difficult problems that remain quite impossible ...
Meditation on snow
by Kevin T McEneaney During decent winter snow-flaking fall, there is a consoling, naïve silence that expands the length of every second as snowflakes fall with improvisation while fickle winds micromanage the fall with unpredictable zithering zags which resemble notes ...
Poor Ophelia!
by Kevin T McEneaney On that solemn Ash Wednesday when we recall we all are but dust, Hamlet meditated on the death of his father, confronting the king who poisoned his father, then married his deluded mother— as Herod Antipas ...
Valentine musings
by Kevin T McEneaney Valentine’s Day is like when a lonely chair by the road is picked up by a handyman who repairs it, then places the chair by a sunny window. - VD is like when someone takes in ...
One is really two
by Kevin T McEneaney In quantum theory an atom can be in two places at the same moment, say, New York City and San Francisco; a poet can be in two locations— like the classical Greek world, as well as ...
In old Paree
by Kevin T McEneaney True! Paris is a cynical city with jokes about stupid politicians, the ignorance of the hordes of tourists, waitresses most willing to pad your bill, mean corruption of their local gendarmes, the inept management of museums, ...
The Iliad of plants
by Kevin T McEneaney When a plant blooms once in a century, you know that something special is going on…. - In barren highlands of Bolivia, as well as Peru, a bromeliad blooms with pillar-stalks at fifty-feet high, displaying thousands ...