by Kevin T McEneaney Diving into the ink-well of dark dreams, I dreamt people could make any object just by thinking about an object: think chair, a bowler hat, or…
by Neil Donnelly Uncle Eddie, large head, black hair, who until that moment, in an open box in a house on Cider Avenue, Belfast, looking healthy on that cold black…
by Kevin T McEneaney When you raise a glass of wine to toast with friend, that wine would not exist, except that wasps provide the brewing yeast for all the…
When a dense mist-cloud envelopes the day with invisible prickle of raindrops that decorate one’s eyelashes and ears, one feels like one is walking in a dream without the clock…
by Kevin T McEneaney Creation: process of variation among life forms on this goodly planet where chemicals continually change and biological organisms swerve and adapt to the environment. The universe…
by Neil Donnelly On Dublin’s Grafton Street I pass an old man, vainly trying to squeeze notes from a harmonica, an upturned empty hat as his feet. Something of that…
by Kevin T McEneaney As a child I watched Looney Tunes cartoons, yet I didn’t know just what a loon was. Later on in life, I discovered loons: their peculiar,…
neurons in the brain by Kevin T McEneaney There are many varieties of rocks, so many kinds that I’m often confused. At times I think there are rocks in my…