Poetry

by Kevin T. McEneaney That crazy pumpkin with zig-zag-zam grin— nothing like it for a five-year old tyke, especially when a candle glimmers with magnificent rotundity, eyes winking and flittering in the dark like enlightening forking flames of fire from ...
Read More

by William Keller Each month brings a full moon I barely see through a patchwork of oak and maple leaves,often with layers of obscuring cloudsthat discourage me from stepping outto find wolf or snow, pink or strawberry, buck, sturgeon, hunter’s, ...
Read More

by Desmond Egan wheels thump in liftoff matter becoming form as everything retreats turns unreal in sudden buildings ribbons factories of glint toy cars chasing each other across the warp of space above that fallback of fields where our slow ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney          for Linda Kinney The pleasures of Autumn roll in slowly with a cool breeze from the northern mountain as leaves fall green, red, yellow, speckled brown.   Last blue bloom of alpine scutellaria sings of ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney A good rain is a delightful pleasure that permits a hiatus in schedule, time to ponder the verities of life, analyze reflection, panorama, of what is happening to you or friends, or perhaps discover a new ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney When Augustine confessed a thousand loves and announced his celibacy for life, he became Huge Father of Repression, Upright Poster Boy for masturbation.     When Abelard was seized and castrated in bed just before his ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney Do you sometimes feel like a walking stick with white eyes near-popping, legs awkward long as you stride through woods on weekend walk while sneakers ooze odiferous mud?   The azure sky appears to be wonder ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney Midsummer midges fly frantic in sun. swarming in dancing-mating ritual with frenzy akin to a packed night club featuring a super-decibel band. While most midges are just an annoyance, there are some that are vampires like ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney Between Athens and Thebes, the grand highway had three hundred sixty-five stone statues of philosophers, poets, and dramatists. Thebans and Romans destroyed those statues.   Empires and egos have scratched earth’s dirt, thinking they own the ...
Read More

by Kevin T. McEneaney When I was young and excited as a dandelion seed, there was no “Coney Island of the Mind.” There was a real, swinging carnival in Brooklyn that eschewed metaphor for spontaneous fun and the only depression ...
Read More