By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Tommy Haiku #87-90
By Thomas Page Loads upon countless Loads covered in sweat; odor Of a summer job Traveling midnight Roads with little light Without roar of passing might Headlights dimly show The way on old country lanes Nestled in the glens Fog pre-lit by dawn Breaking up the blue night sky; An array of new light
“The Metrorail”
By Thomas Page Whether on cool, misty mornings or one Won over by sweltering heat some train, main artery of the city, somewhere, Care of no one, is slowly churning near Mere moments of civilization there. Where are these passengers going today? May there be a moment of reflection, Inflection of the conductor saying Waning … Continue reading “The Metrorail”
Ghost of Pumpkins Past
By John Page
Costume from long ago
By John Page
Life Is A Work of Art
Life Is A Work of Art Art blog by Jessica Ricks. Click the link to go check it out!
Costume from long ago
By John Page
“Songbird”
By Thomas Page Songbird, songbird outside my window now How is the world out there? Are there cool days, Ways for you to get seed or other things? Wings unfurled and no longer young fledging Edging along the window's glass it flies Wise to our questions that it needn't know. Grow like a hatchling, without … Continue reading “Songbird”
“Her Little Irishman”
by Thomas Page My mother would praise me her Irishman. "Can you see his auburn hair and rosy, Cozy complexion. He's a giant and Grand in a room of others. An Irishman, Helmsman of the Emerald Isle today." Lay your Shepherd's Cap on my head, parade, Serenade on St. Patrick's Day old song Long held … Continue reading “Her Little Irishman”
Short Story
By John Page The man walks down the street. He sees something on the ground. He reaches down to pick it up. Instead something picks him up. (0-0)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 