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
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
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 #72
By Thomas Page Lone Cypress on a rock Over the Monterey Bay; A symbolist's dream
Tommy Haiku #71
by Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else
Tommy Haiku #70
By Thomas Page The tailor working under duress has a crown of headaches a lot
Tommy Haiku #69
By Thomas Page At Fallingwater, Hidden by countless rocks and Trees, juts from concrete
Tommy Haiku #68
by Thomas Page Tuberculosis? Nah, I don't have a bad cough. Maybe stomach flu?
