Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney Pity the door mouse, which is edible— at least some Romans had that opinion, since they kept doormice in tiny cages or boxes, and ate them stuffed, baked, or fried. * I believe that curious custom ...

by Kevin T McEneaney There is a new science about aging. The name of the three-hundred-page-plus book is Ageless, a volume that speculates on improving body telomeres and mitochondrial quality control. * It says that adding antioxidants or improving mitophagy ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Humans remain proud of their big brains, yet whales and elephants have bigger brains. Dolphins swim as substantial brainiacs. Small brains can be sharp, sophisticated, as in ants, bees, spiders, and butterflies. * The language of ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Billowing rain batters, rattles windows. Children puddle-stomp with boots and rain hats, delighting in splashing arcs of water… Streams gush, overflowing with melted snow…. * Breezes blow fiercely, as if objecting to the rise of warmer ...

by Kevin T McEneaney While the sun appears to rise in the East, we are aware that it is an illusion due to the Earth spinning on its axis. We live in an ocean of illusion, predominantly in television, which ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Bard College Conservatory of Music and the Graduate Vocal Arts Program produced its annual Spring concert under the baton of James Bagwell. The program centered upon opera buffa (farce). Amelia Goes to the Ball by Gian ...

by Kevin T McEneaney Can you recollect the first kiss you had? Apes have been kissing for millennia. Sometimes a kiss carries an electric charge… * Have there been more wars than couples kissing? Of course not, yet wars have ...

Valiant Valentine discovered the door to mythological reputation that has endured for many centuries with folksy embellishment, and why not? * A holiday for romantic lovers offers a welcome toast and a plump kiss on cheek or anticipating lips that ...

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 ...

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 ...