Spring Run

Photo by Bill Keller This kind, April sunrise,crystalline light seepingfrom someone else’s sky,breaks the trail’s tired chill.Inside a leafless tree,a cardinal flits, a heartcaged by its arteries,and my unbundled skin,lavished with air kisses,relearns how I am made.Stones sneak into my ...
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Mother’s Day at Sunrise

 by Kevin T McEneaney Mothers are nearly just like everyone, except that they are mothers with children who do not understand who they are, or what role they are to play on life’s stage with often disapproving audience.   My ...
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Western Ukraine

Lviv train station by Phillip Brady I saw her at the station, Eyes down, bewilderment. Six weeks in a bunker where bombs fell. False information spread, Shrapnel of lies causing confusion. The train, in waiting, War crimes reminiscent, images indelible ...
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Annual Insect Conference

by Kevin T McEneaney (for Earth Day) Insects around the globe held a meeting to address the problem of climate change. President Queen Bee from Argentina argued for the banning of chemicals.   Premiere Wasp from Outer Mongolia declared that ...
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A river runs through them

by Kevin T McEneaney Ister, Ishtar, fertility goddess from ancient-dust Mesopotamia, emblem of rabbits with fluttering doves amid raw-rutting heat of lusty love, that foolish wisdom of wanderlust love eyed by the sun above and eyes of night in secret ...
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Anura (Greek)

means those without tail, the genre of frogs who are mostly carnivores like us: who also have no tails because we sit on our butt to ponder our dilemma. Like us, they perform intricate dances in an effort to attract ...
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All Ears

All Ears My ear follows me wherever I go— they are my devoted pets at each end. There are times I fear they will overhear dim thoughts brewing inside my browsing brain which guides me over the hurdles of life ...
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Music & Poetry

When numbers reach acute mega-zeros, they are surely incomprehensible, yet music can attain similar heights, with transcendent, numinous mystery beyond ordinary understanding— which is why music transmits art beyond poetic articulation that carries more concrete imagery.   Poetic lines are ...
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Metaphor, part 2

Being frames from the Sunday Comics without images by James Sherry The Noodle with a Knife in It And the neck flies Quick, get the magic marker What’s the surprise? Your mother tried to call So I hung up They’re ...
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Metaphor

Being frames from the Sunday Comics without images by James Sherry Join The Fun You may win a nice prize Now, look what you’ve done It’s too hard to explain, Elmo I need every book you’ve got on empty nest ...
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