What is in a location?
When a dense mist-cloud envelopes the day with invisible prickle of raindrops that decorate one’s eyelashes and ears, one feels like one is walking in a dream without the clock of time beating in brain, or even heart, and that ...
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Flux-World
by Kevin T McEneaney Creation: process of variation among life forms on this goodly planet where chemicals continually change and biological organisms swerve and adapt to the environment. The universe flows in a state of flux with supernovas exploding in ...
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Stopping, not stopping
by Neil Donnelly On Dublin’s Grafton Street I pass an old man, vainly trying to squeeze notes from a harmonica, an upturned empty hat as his feet. Something of that ginger-graying, bent-down head reminds me of my Sligo uncles. Later, ...
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About these birds
by Kevin T McEneaney As a child I watched Looney Tunes cartoons, yet I didn’t know just what a loon was. Later on in life, I discovered loons: their peculiar, soulful songs and sighing, their hauntingly, lyrical oddities, melodies, range ...
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Lost files
neurons in the brain by Kevin T McEneaney There are many varieties of rocks, so many kinds that I’m often confused. At times I think there are rocks in my head, tiny cellular rocks blocking neurons, especially my name portfolio ...
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When did Black Coffee become Americano?
by Neil Donnelly Walking towards the Golf club, sun beating on the Old Head of Kinsale; at the Sentry Box, between a limp tricolor and a stars n’ stripes, a dark shirt appears; dark glasses, dark walkie-talkie, a security guard ...
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Auroral Nights
after Joachim du Bellay by Kevin T McEneaney In Iceland there’s no shortage of lava while the ocean offers plenty of salt. Combine these two common ingredients: one arrives at superior skin cream which is why the ladies appear so ...
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When stars arrive
by Kevin T McEneaney When it’s too darn hot to do anything, even think about what could, should, be done, then one might doze off in the brutal heat, only to awake ten minutes later bathed in sour, sticky aura ...
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The ancient-storied kiss
by Kevin T McEneaney Like us, many animals give a kiss. Clown-fish pucker kiss to attract a mate. Foxes rub noses or mock-bite on neck. Elephants touch trunks, plunge them into mouth. Dolphins kiss, swimming belly to belly. Deer rub ...
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