Poetry

by Kevin T. McEneaney When Augustine confessed a thousand loves and announced his celibacy for life, he became Huge Father of Repression, Upright Poster Boy for masturbation.     When Abelard was seized and castrated in bed just before his ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney Do you sometimes feel like a walking stick with white eyes near-popping, legs awkward long as you stride through woods on weekend walk while sneakers ooze odiferous mud?   The azure sky appears to be wonder ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney Midsummer midges fly frantic in sun. swarming in dancing-mating ritual with frenzy akin to a packed night club featuring a super-decibel band. While most midges are just an annoyance, there are some that are vampires like ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney Between Athens and Thebes, the grand highway had three hundred sixty-five stone statues of philosophers, poets, and dramatists. Thebans and Romans destroyed those statues.   Empires and egos have scratched earth’s dirt, thinking they own the ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney When I was young and excited as a dandelion seed, there was no “Coney Island of the Mind.” There was a real, swinging carnival in Brooklyn that eschewed metaphor for spontaneous fun and the only depression ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney That green cicada on my window screen with its bright bulging eyes set wide apart is impressive: gaze into its large eye— witness a powerful self-confidence! In fact, they are a superfamily who have not yet ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney The Abu Dhabi Falcon Hospital beckons for the serious falconer fascinated by quick celestial surgery on a falcon’s fibular. Over eleven thousand falcons come yearly for grooming and knitting repair on their elegant, feathery wing hair, ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney The hurricane came through and blew trees down which fell like twigs over lawns and power lines, rural roads, main roads, and major highways. Odd that the fierce winds excelled the rain. Hardly anyone in the ...
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by Bill Keller They all fell from a single tree, covered the lawn in plump, brown beads: the unstrung necklace of a woodland queen. They were elegant, sleek and round, humbly pressed against the ground, till each cracked open and ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney Cardinal Richelieu was tired of seeing blood flow at banquets when diplomats drank their wine, argued over borders. He made them all check their own long knives, provided beveled blade ...
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