By Thomas Page The birds have left the Mailbox in my yard; Summer Solstice has passed by Soaring, whistling, then Explosion, eruption and Finally color Each year, Lady Liberty Gets coronae of Red, white, and blue light
Cat in the Box
By John Page
Tommy Haiku #49-51
By Thomas Page Eastward towards the Chariot of Apollo In the morning drive Deer stand at the edge Of the road; their eyes shine at The high beams passing Some say alcohol Is for easing people at Parties; not for me
Tommy Haiku 46-48
By Thomas Page Sunflowers used to rise high Above the other Flowers. Not this year. A scarecrow guards the Corn maze below it; In Fall Crows flock to the maze. Season-less waterfronts have To decorate with Holly and Tinsel
The Mission
By John Page The roar of the helicopter was the only thing that could be heard. It was like a hurricane passing overhead. I stay huddled in the dark, cold, damp tunnel with the others. The sound seems to be the only thing in the world. I wonder how long it will last. Just when … Continue reading The Mission
Murder along the river
By John Page The deceased was found at 6:45 in the morning. The victim, male and about middle aged, was dressed in a suit. He was found in front of the Shrine of Knowledge, an ancient Etuscun monument. His throat had been slashed, opened by a blade of some kind. He was lying in … Continue reading Murder along the river
Tommy Haiku 43-45
By Thomas Page The Winter asks aloud "Where Have all the lovely Birds gone?" They are Spring's. A sculpture garden The most unchanging compared To trees in seasons A quartet of birds Nesting in my mailbox; chirp And coo in Summer
Tommy Haiku #41-43
by Thomas Page Posthumous memories of Summer are sweet Like freshly picked fruits Artificial heat Is much worse than the heat from The outside weather Halogen lights in A dimly lit room Produce insufficient day
Winter Dreams
By Thomas Page
Academy of the Heart And Mind 