By Thomas Page Mary Susannah Damon did not expect this to happen. Sure, dabbling in the Dark Arts would cause some closed-minded people to say that she was in league with the Devil himself, but she did not expect the League of Magic meeting at her local civic center to be so intolerant. "What do … Continue reading The League
Tommy Haiku #103-107
By Thomas Page The pumpkin blossom Hangs over the planter’s wall; Yellow umbrella Candy-scented breath And cocoa mustaches tell Of autumn’s splendor As the air chills now And the sun sets more often The birds will leave town A lone arrow soars Over a battlefield; who Struck decides the war Standing, waiting; hand Open to … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #103-107
Tommy Haiku #95-98
By Thomas Page "What happened to your Knee?" I hit it with shovel I swung 'round my head Two happy little Pigeons sit on fire pit Unaware of it "Let's start a fire" We gather ample kindling It's too wet to light "Happy Autumn Days" They said but it's 82 Today and I'm hot
“The Metrorail”
By Thomas Page Whether on cool, misty mornings or one Won over by sweltering heat some train, main artery of the city, somewhere, Care of no one, is slowly churning near Mere moments of civilization there. Where are these passengers going today? May there be a moment of reflection, Inflection of the conductor saying Waning … Continue reading “The Metrorail”
“Songbird”
By Thomas Page Songbird, songbird outside my window now How is the world out there? Are there cool days, Ways for you to get seed or other things? Wings unfurled and no longer young fledging Edging along the window's glass it flies Wise to our questions that it needn't know. Grow like a hatchling, without … Continue reading “Songbird”
“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”
This Penguin is Cooler Than You
By John Page
Never Too Late I It seemed like the world was colored on a grayscale. The sky was overcast with clouds in different shades of gray swirling around the sky all the way down to the fog that permeated through the air seeming to suffocate the world in its grasp. Misty remnants of the previous night's … Continue reading
Tommy Haiku #81-82
By Thomas Page The wave pool declines Into undulating tides Made by old machines The age old question For horticulturalists: Is this plant or weed?
Tommy Haiku #71
by Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else
Academy of the Heart And Mind 