By Thomas Page Holidays occur at a rate which I Cannot hope to ever plan for, that's why I have to freehand this poem I dare call "Ode" on the Nones February. If y'all Have a muse for typing please send her my Way so that we can concoct a poem as spry As one … Continue reading Ode On Valentine’s Day
Poem by Ian Copestick
By Ian Copestick God, at this time of year, these Sub-zero nights can really Get you down. I wonder what It must be like to live somewhere Like L.A. where it's Sunny all year round and They've never seen snow. Except in the excruciating Xmas movies that they churn Out each year. Right now, … Continue reading Poem by Ian Copestick
My Soul
By Ian Copestick In this life, there's not much that I can control But the most important is my soul Let it be open, let it be giving As my body withers and dies Let my soul keep living Let love, not hatred be my guide Let it grow to be beautiful inside No, there's … Continue reading My Soul
“Lyres”
By Thomas Page What are poems made of? Are they made of chalk scribbled on concrete Or are they reflections found in mirrors, Or are they made of acrylic, Or of the condensation of the sky, Or even the quiet moments found in the fading light in eyes That meet for a moment? The … Continue reading “Lyres”
“Grammarian” (Haiku 183-188)
By Thomas Page Grammar, grammar, ev’rywhere But not a drop to Think—English lecture The passive voice is Found in wordy, technical Scholarly journals The active voice finds Itself in the style guides Of writing classes Write, revise, write, breathe, Revise, look up source again, Rewrite, revise, print “More than him” means, in Essence, I prefer … Continue reading “Grammarian” (Haiku 183-188)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 