Edna St. Vincent
by Kevin T McEneaney Millay skated on the living room floor when she was a child living in Maine. Bright, educated at Vassar College, she bloomed when she wrote from Paris, sending letters, poems, to the New Yorker. She was ...
Visual memory
by Kevin T McEneaney I’m a poet, not a celebrity who belongs to the advertising world. I am not mugging for television, or in a marketed video pitch. Watching television limits your brain, which attempts to remember vacant trash like ...
Sing out, once more!
by Kevin T McEneaney At Christmas, we sing the familiar hymns that we learned to sing in our childhood days. We may not have understood the lyrics which echo in our ears with memories. We become a community in song, ...
Walking on ice
by Kevin T McEneaney When snow turns to an icy, slick surface that makes walking difficult to manage if you are carrying large packages, the balancing fluid in your cold ears must work with overtime intensity. Transporting a large armload ...
When I was Falling
by Neil Donelley My first thought, This can’t be happening, but it was. At the end of the fast walk I missed my footing, and in that powerless moment, I fell, face forward; couldn’t stop. * I lay there, hoping ...
A Confluence of Circumstance
Poem and photo by Neil Donnelly At the back of the house, on my route to the compost place, sudden overhead buzzing makes me look up, and there on the eaves, a bee’s nest and a swarm, now a squadron, ...
What’s in a name?
by Kevin T McEneaney I once called my son a little pumpkin. He did not like that—being called little, knowing he was much smarter than a squash. * Pumpkins are one of the oldest known plants in the world to ...
The robotic future
by Kevin T McEneaney The final enterprise of sapiens? To clutter the universe with robots who garner evidence of human life, which once flourished on this planet called Earth. They will analyze our human demise. * These robots will research ...
A new species
by Kevin T McEneaney About five million insect species live on planet Earth, which we call our home. (One million species are identified.) * It appears that we don’t know our neighbors, who may make our lives uncomfortable because they ...
Chopin’s piano
by Kevin T McEneaney In 1863, Warsaw was sacked by the Russian army under the Tsar who was intolerant of free thinking. Siberia became the destiny of all educated Polish people. * As a symbol of martial victory, Chopin’s piano ...