By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #21 I listen to the whole thing as I … Continue reading “album”
Poems by Ian Liubimov
Good (from the Morning) red clouds and a newly-born house: friends who are creeping near the window, eager to look inside do not worry, they are just a sound of round-like shouting because of that you ́re waking up and passing by. only dust on the furniture, how many names does it remember? and how … Continue reading Poems by Ian Liubimov
Winter Haiku (300-304)
By Thomas Page Oceans of the Moon Dressed in telescope's mirrors On morning windshields. Frost melting like the Dawn into bright morning sun-- Apollo's Commute. The fallen snow grays As it sees more of the day Which will destroy it. The perennials Like the annuals Seem faded in the freezing breeze. … Continue reading Winter Haiku (300-304)
Sunsetted Clauses
By James Walton She told me my hips could carve ham, a girl I loved dead early on a Sunday morning, a car in a suburban chance roll over the edge of Hailes Street. Langy knows we still blame him. His life of laying bricks the string line’s quiver a darting mouse, the memory of water … Continue reading Sunsetted Clauses
Driving
By James Diaz I asked you the name of this town we were slowly passing through like storm clouds that are holding out and the earth below waiting expectantly, open mouthed, greedy- for all that rain that won't come didn't you see the sign you asked, no then why don't we name it … Continue reading Driving
Tommy Haiku #167-171
By Thomas Page A skeleton of An overpass flanked by grass Starting to grow there “It’s a yellow day” My dad says as the sun tries To simulate heat The train car salted, Beaten by boots and oxfords: Mineral collage Venomous tongues spake Falsehoods that were hard to break. How could one forsake? Lonely beer … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #167-171
The Night Driver
By Thomas Page The highway is beautiful at night With a sea of red tail lights And glare reflecting off signs. The night driver tries to stay awake While the rhythm of the blacktop Soothes them to a requiem. Music plays over the radio With a dial turned to an even number And the heater … Continue reading The Night Driver
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