By John Page Candy Candy Toys Toys Excited, excited, excited! Santa is coming! Hope I was good. Want School over. It is almost Christmas!
Down to the Sea
By Thomas Page We shall go down to the sea Where the little birds may well be. We shall go down to the water’s edge And dare to touch cold sand’s ledge We shall make a new sand castle And worry about the bustle. We shall take a picnic luncheon Sandwiches and cookies we munch … Continue reading Down to the Sea
A Dramatic Recounting of a Email Chain Between a Student and His Professor
By Thomas Page -------------------------------- “Dear Dr. Kesey, I am not able to attend class today because I have the flu. Yours, Joseph Brown” --------------------------------- “Dear Mr. Brown, I would normally excuse your absence from class, but I’ve noticed you have never attended any of the discussion sections with Ms. Florin. You have used all of … Continue reading A Dramatic Recounting of a Email Chain Between a Student and His Professor
The Gate
By Thomas Page Now, I want to make sure I understand what you have said to me. You said, "You have only one sentence to convince me to let you through the gate." Does this count as a sentence or do you signal to me when my only sentence is done or do you just … Continue reading The Gate
Halloween Songs
By John Page "Something at the Door" There was a lady getting ready for bed A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo She went and bumped her head A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo She heard a knock upon the door A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo Then she went across the floor A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo Then she went to open the door … Continue reading Halloween Songs
“Her Little Irishman”
by Thomas Page My mother would praise me her Irishman. "Can you see his auburn hair and rosy, Cozy complexion. He's a giant and Grand in a room of others. An Irishman, Helmsman of the Emerald Isle today." Lay your Shepherd's Cap on my head, parade, Serenade on St. Patrick's Day old song Long held … Continue reading “Her Little Irishman”
It is pumpkin time!
By Jessica Ricks
Not Very Exciting (Picture of this year’s eclipse)
By John Page
Tommy Haiku #67
By Thomas Page The wave pool declines Into undulating tides Made by old machines
