By Thomas Page End of a season Waning light as each new night Rises with autumn's moon Oh ominously Chilly air above our heads Where there ghosts may be In its hiding spot The creature worries about The spiders below
Save the piles of earth that hold their bones
By Thomas Page Golden Shovel WC Bryant "The Prairies" Save the piles of earth that hold their bones" An evening painted with moonlight bright save A lone graveyard hidden by glen and the Kudzu o'er telephone wire, piles Of history lay to rest for now. Of Saints, Sinners, and inbetweeners in earth Buried hold the … Continue reading Save the piles of earth that hold their bones
Tommy Haiku #83
By Thomas Page A church made of bones An ossuary is what is left for heaven A bowl of candy With a witchy hand; Tricks for Trick-or-Treaters
The Visitor
By Jessica Ricks There was a knock on the door but there was no one there. I closed the door. I looked behind me and I screamed. Everything went black
Random thought
By John Page I also wondered why it is hard to think of stuff to write. It should be easy to write. I mean writing is talking but in words. I'll have more stuff later on. Hope everyone is having a good day and if you have anything you think wound be good for the … Continue reading Random thought
Never Too Late I It seemed like the world was colored on a grayscale. The sky was overcast with clouds in different shades of gray swirling around the sky all the way down to the fog that permeated through the air seeming to suffocate the world in its grasp. Misty remnants of the previous night's … Continue reading
Not Very Exciting (Picture of this year’s eclipse)
By John Page
Tommy Haiku #81-82
By Thomas Page The wave pool declines Into undulating tides Made by old machines The age old question For horticulturalists: Is this plant or weed?
Tommy Haiku #77-80
By Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else The faint amber glow Illuminates the murky Train; constantly dusk Thousands of people Riding side-by-side on trains Without single word Summertime in the City where skyscrapers shade Countless mobile things
Tommy Haiku #73-76
by Thomas Page Erikson has eight Stages, a Jacqués from "As You Like It" Shakespeare Monsieur Piaget, I need to find le mot juste For this final exam Mi abuelo lee Mi poesía porque mi Madre los adora Whether chapeau or Beret, I still won't pay five Hundred plus for it
Academy of the Heart And Mind 