Nonet in Red

Sometimes I think my heart resembles a red tulip open to sun, dreaming dark red tulip dreams while hosting poetic lines on bright sunny days, closing at night to ponder the day’s dream. —Kevin T. McEneaney ...
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Spring: Up on the Ridge

Every April my rational winter brain, is sent packing by spring light. My body seems to wish to sift the world solo. Skin gathers courage, gut relaxes, sinews tighten and become hopeful, lungs let the air caress them, muscles find ...
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I let the yard go

I let the front yard go, thinking moss would take it, imagined a lush, green, spongy mattress, like in the Adirondacks, where my brother and I found wizard beds in sapling rooms – secret, soft, cool and magic. The moss ...
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Mother’s Day 2020

On Life’s veranda We stood there, timid and unsure. What would the next day bring? On the canal, a swan, Her cob and cygnets foraged With an aimless plan. The news from Italy and from Spain Was not good. The ...
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AT THE END OF EMPIRES

I. Falling Looking out across the horizon, I imagine the American Empire itself enfolded in that stately snarl of purple clouds sailing toward me about to crash into sheer rockface. Here the air glows, granite boulders pulse with a meaning ...
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Proof

on the kitchen floora forgotten forget-me-not that fabulous skypalethat sunny centrepart of the treasure cache thatdull glint of summer who cares if it’s a weed of sortsall the king's horses and all the king's menall the scientists the computer geeksincluding ...
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Nonet

Nonet At sunset the red glow of treetops delivers aesthetic wonder as clouds, whimsical in gusts, paint varied animals while white butterflies flitter on ferns. Cardinal says tweet tweet ...
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For them and us

Just before the world got sick, before the black Johns Hopkins maps and Covid on the weather app, in a crowded Chinese restaurant a woman leaned sharply as if tugged toward the man laughing across from her. She snapped his ...
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Sci-fi Land

Sci-fi Land There was a time when people could converse, go to the beach, frolic in sand and sea, play tennis, baseball, lacrosse, other sports, or show up on the gym to have a swim. I mean they might really ...
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Three Lives at the Thorn Preserve

By the stream, a mindless bird, a drab but red-eyed vireo, spends his days warbling ornate, candid messages. He broadcasts them into the wood, no thought of being understood. A brittle, juicy Tussock moth — a meal stuck to a ...
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