Poetry

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 ...

by Kevin T McEneaney At a time when reason appears to fail, we are told that a smile will define your life. Since there is AI, we no longer need to think for ourselves about politics, history, or your own ...

by Kevin T McEneaney A poem is a gesture of hope and love for the tranquility of words and truth about the circumstances of our lives and the lives of other people and birds who chatter their daily conversations at ...

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 ...