by Bill Schlesinger Science is facing a deepening crisis in America. Despite our best efforts to increase funding for STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering and Math) education to train a new…
Irish Halo Nonet
by Kevin T. McEneaney
Franks complained of the Irish tonsure,
correct Easter calculation,
and insistence on penance
during medieval times,
yet adopted Irish
architecture.
Tonsure ran
ear to
ear.
By Kevin T. McEneaney The Stissing Center—like many other music and theatre venues—has opened its doors via the Internet. The Saturday evening concert at 4:30 pm featured soprano Lucy Fitz…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Mysterious planet Uranus, Mediterranean water where Homer sailed to Delos before he became blind, cornflower magic by the roadside, where sunken treasure lies.
by Kevin T. McEneaney As I write this line on paper pad, trillions of unseen neutrinos have passed through my brain and heart. Scientists estimate six billion earth-like planets in…
by Kevin T. McEneaney Building a house for purple martin, dye from a spiny sea snail gland, blackberry, or mulberry, horse tails dipped in purple notes the Iliad, grape hyacinth,…
Nonet in Blue The scent of forget-me-not in air like secret memories of poignant pleasure once filched from the bank of a stream where water tumbled over boulders sending foam…
Sometimes I think my heart resembles a red tulip open to sun, dreaming dark red tulip dreams while hosting poetic lines on bright sunny days, closing at night to ponder…
by Bill Schlesinger Hot town, summer in the cityBack of my neck getting dirty and grittyThe Lovin’ Spoonful, 1966 We may be entering a vicious circle—what scientists call a positive…
I let the front yard go, thinking moss would take it, imagined a lush, green, spongy mattress, like in the Adirondacks, where my brother and I found wizard beds in…