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
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
Tommy Haiku #72
By Thomas Page Lone Cypress on a rock Over the Monterey Bay; A symbolist's dream
The old and the new
By John Page
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
Academy of the Heart And Mind 