By Thomas Page Rivers flow into the bays into the oceans into the sky. Supposedly. I think about this as I watch the light on Riggs turn red for the umpteenth time And my chances of being at work on time dwindle Like the rain into a rainbow. I’ve learned to accept this fact. Some … Continue reading Alphabets: Delta
Alphabets: Beta
By Thomas Page I’d like to think that what I am seeing is real And not an illusion Or worst yet An allusion To something beyond my grey-matter’s comprehension. Whenever something that shouldn’t should We like to blame rabbits pulled from hats Instead of the eye watching the moving hands. Whenever the claw in that … Continue reading Alphabets: Beta
Alphabets: Alpha
By Thomas Page Let’s start at the beginning Because that is where all things make sense. Everything has an origin When looked at by a human eye Searching for meaning in the start. It’s where we feel most comfortable Because the beginning suggests an end— An end that we know to be true, To be … Continue reading Alphabets: Alpha
