Let it snow…
by Kevin T McEneaney When seventeen inches of snowflakes fall while birds cluster around the birdfeeder, shoveling out the walkway and the car may become a formidable project…. *** Children, of course, love to play with the snow. I have ...
Going Down to Check the Mail in Winter
Photo & Poem by Bill Keller All day, I stayed inside, gulping bad news from my phone, waiting for the snow to end--the plow. Past sunset, I went down, thinking only of where to place my feet, when a bold ...
Super Species!
by Kevin T McEneaney At a time when reason appears to fail, we are told that a smile will define your life. Since there is AI, we no longer need to think for ourselves about politics, history, or your own ...
The Letter A
by Kevin T McEneaney A poem is a gesture of hope and love for the tranquility of words and truth about the circumstances of our lives and the lives of other people and birds who chatter their daily conversations at ...
Edna St. Vincent
by Kevin T McEneaney Millay skated on the living room floor when she was a child living in Maine. Bright, educated at Vassar College, she bloomed when she wrote from Paris, sending letters, poems, to the New Yorker. She was ...
Visual memory
by Kevin T McEneaney I’m a poet, not a celebrity who belongs to the advertising world. I am not mugging for television, or in a marketed video pitch. Watching television limits your brain, which attempts to remember vacant trash like ...
Sing out, once more!
by Kevin T McEneaney At Christmas, we sing the familiar hymns that we learned to sing in our childhood days. We may not have understood the lyrics which echo in our ears with memories. We become a community in song, ...
Walking on ice
by Kevin T McEneaney When snow turns to an icy, slick surface that makes walking difficult to manage if you are carrying large packages, the balancing fluid in your cold ears must work with overtime intensity. Transporting a large armload ...
When I was Falling
by Neil Donelley My first thought, This can’t be happening, but it was. At the end of the fast walk I missed my footing, and in that powerless moment, I fell, face forward; couldn’t stop. * I lay there, hoping ...
A Confluence of Circumstance
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, ...