By Thomas Page Virgil says hell is in Naples, birthplace of pizza: Sweltering ovens I finally know Why a sweater is called A “sweater;” it’s hot A poet and a tech Each crafting a design the Same; ekphrasis A thousand years of Death in Virgil recycled By oblivion A doppelgänger Sitting at a desk with … Continue reading Haiku 221-234
“Ithaca” (Haiku 196-203)
By Thomas Page A father and son, Telemachus and The lost Odysseus Penelope’s basket and Sisyphus’ rock; Both always undone Dyed-blue bearded god, Brother heavenly thundered, Mimics by shaking Homer’s xenia, Custom hospitality, Stories and cyclops Boiling marrow Dry from bones, fear slowly cooks Courage from strong legs The eagle and geese War in Penelope’s … Continue reading “Ithaca” (Haiku 196-203)
“Poésie D’Hiver” (Haiku 189-195)
By Thomas Page Am I limited To what I can know? Modern Scholar, future fool? Gray-white wildcat Who loves my garbage Hiding in the urban woods Can I string these pearls— Random passing thoughts— Into beautiful jewelry? A recursive clock Continuously chimes at Intervals sixty Paradise by the Sea is sweeter when you’re in Cold … Continue reading “Poésie D’Hiver” (Haiku 189-195)
“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)
“Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
By Thomas Page Is a digging fox, Scraping at rosewooded grave, Reanimator? What separates whey And curd, butter and cream, wheat From casted chaff? The endless river Of thought flows frameless without Regard to sequence Is flowing language A loose arrangement of mixed Confusing writing? Will this haiku mean The same thing as when I … Continue reading “Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
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
Tommy Haiku #141-145
By Thomas Page White on blacktop, stark Declarations of commands To obey the known law. Facades of stone and Wood with white paneling o’er Vivid colored signs Shivering sun ignited With the frigid air Of new winter Frosted glass, white panels, Sleigh bells on leather straps ‘round A ring on doorknob. Slow as molasses Time … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #141-145
Tommy Haiku #146-151
By Thomas Page I count, once again, The fifteen ornaments that Hang from the garlands I am the guard of The door marked “Elves only.” Kids Love to make for it. The river frozen, Labored frigid breaths escape From chilled lungs and tongues The trees dead jutting Out of graying, cold hillsides. The year is … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #146-151
Tommy Haiku #136-140
By Thomas Page Lone basketball on The side of the train track, with Party of litter The train is a display Of the olfactory, some Strange, fake vanilla Barbed wire o’er the Fence by my train window, spikes Shaped like lit sparklers The sky complements Itself with orange and blue hues Bleeding into dawn Graffiti … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #136-140
Tommy Haiku #141 -145
By Thomas Page White on blacktop, stark Declarations of commands To obey the known law. Facades of stone and Wood with white paneling o’er Vivid colored signs Shivering sun ignited With the frigid air Of new winter Frosted glass, white panels, Sleigh bells on leather straps ‘round A ring on doorknob. Slow as molasses Time … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #141 -145
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