Dawn Pearls

by Kevin T McEneaney   After hard rain, silence shudders awesome. Even regular morning birds don’t sing. One imagines that such silence echoes like a boulder rolling down a mountain. Not even mosquitoes or flies are out. Lawns pearl, glisten ...
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Uhtna

by Kevin T McEneaaney In English there’s no word for pre-dawn blue, but there once was in old Anglo-Saxon, uhtna which indicates they rose early to plunder their neighbor’s goods or women. History is the recounting of wars, taxes, inventions, ...
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Life in Florida

by Kevin T McEneaney At the high-rise condo they are experimenting with magnetic fields to protect themselves from the Delta Covid virus. At my golf club we delete from membership anyone who walks into the club wearing a mask. There’s ...
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The Solanum

by Kevin T McEneaney    In memory of Nikolai Vavilov   During the dreadful siege of Leningrad, scientists willingly starved themselves to death rather than eat edible tuber seeds stored in the Solanum near Petersburg because this collection belonged to ...
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A Short History of Art

by Kevin T McEneaney If we possessed all Greek literature, painting, and sculpture, we’d be overwhelmed, proceed to learn, study Greek dialects, while their music would be irrelevant.   Vivaldi’s one hundred lost operas make me curious, even if they ...
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On Poetic Elevators

by Kevin T McEneaney It’s the ups and downs that get your liver— not the roller coaster of life’s events, but sudden change when going up and down which makes you feel life is metaphor for Topsy-turvy, skewed realty in ...
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Rail Mantra

by Kevin T McEneaney You see sunlight on steel rails and glance up to see an image mirrored in lake where three granite boulders dance like dice across a discarded sky as you fix your eye on a banded birch ...
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The Big C

by Kevin T McEneaney The lives of artists endure much clutter: painters with racks of completed canvas; poets with file cabinets of drafts; musicians, tattered open scores on chairs; sculptors with shed and garages galore. Doctors burdened with clients and ...
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Floating

by Kevin T McEneaney In our mother’s womb we swam in liquid while being nourished by the womb’s water. Even our conception was liquid act. Like young frogs, we plunge headlong into air, landing somewhere where gravity shoulders our presence ...
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A Glance in the Mirror

by Kevin T McEneaney While humans are fabulous achievers, we are gifted in how we make mistakes. Even our bodies often betray us with head colds, gastroenteritis, not to mention flu, severe allergies, heart attack, or host of other ailments ...
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