Spring dalliance

by Kevin T McEneaney Forsythia, that banner flag of Spring, blooms by window and sharp-curving roadside with yellow prolixity and promise of warmer weather with low-cloud-cover, and constant threat of precipitation. * Small peepers have sung their anarchic joy, and ...

Root-swelling

by Kevin T McEneaney The syntax of spring has sprung its magic while tongue can sing its glad astonishment at bulbs bursting into varied color when slight showers bead yellow daffodils dancing in shifting, blustery, cross-winds that are the hallmark ...
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Spring fever

by Kevin T McEneaney Gently trickling rain on the windowpane lulls one to sleep and dream of quirky things: like butterflies dancing in fickle breeze, bright sunny days on mountain-top vista, walking at midnight beneath a full moon.  * An ...
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Good Friday

by Bill Keller I don't see a soul on this Good Friday run, though the trail's hospitable, trees in bud and birds softly twittering. Spring feels different with hate our favorite drug. We're disassembled, deadly to those we love, to ...
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Let it be

by Kevin T McEneaney In the beginning our universe was smaller in volume than an atom, while after the Big Bang its inflation is so vast we cannot see its extent, yet scientists think that it is now “flat” and ...
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Listen to the robin

by Kevin T McEneaney When a robin in spring sets up a nest, begins to sing at orange rays of dawn about musical genealogy, he may well attract another robin to continue the song he is singing, which goes back ...

         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 ...
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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 ...
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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 ...
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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 ...
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