By Thomas Page Grief blooms like wild Flowers; their petals slowly Fall onto living earth. Rawls says a mighty Tower must be built upon Reinforced steel beams. The dawn has many Names—Aurora, eos, day Break; different each day. Feel the brown leaf in Your hand, hear how it crackles, See how it lays there. The … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #131-135
Tommy Haiku #121-125
By Thomas Page A regent’s cape dyed In the kings of the sea’s soma. A crown is manmade. Omnibus—For us All. You must pay a fare for The general will’s use. A new snowflake is Its own unique universe Of shapes and slant lines. Trace your finger ‘long The sand. A wave washes it … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #121-125
The Bear
By Thomas Page I suppose if you were to ask me What my spirit animal is, I would say it was a bear I heard some story that “bear” Is a pseudonym for the animal Because the original name is cursed. It’s actually called “Arktikos” Whenever a someone uttered it, A bear would attack … Continue reading The Bear
Atlas of Puddles
By Thomas Page Have you ever seen an atlas of puddles Speckle the pavement? An atlas of puddles My feet are wet to the bone, my socks drenched And my shoes seemingly soaked, man. An atlas of puddles The pavement undulates ever so low Making deltas in the city plan An atlas of puddles The … Continue reading Atlas of Puddles
Silver Lake, Ocracoke
By Ann Christine Tabaka Long fingers of night reach out for evening, embracing her with soft velvet arms. Quietude is her name, she lives for this moment. Diamonds dance across the surface of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays of sun are swallowed by the horizon. Anchored … Continue reading Silver Lake, Ocracoke
Eternal Game
By Ann Christine Tabaka Night sounds amble away with starlight at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of morning’s sleepy outstretched arms. Hours, four and twenty, play tag amongst themselves. A game the moon knows all too well. Dreams come to rest on shoulders white as milk, until the sunlight beckons, with eyes the color of … Continue reading Eternal Game
Acts of God and Mom
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger a quake hit at the housing way back when shaking Mom’s aluminum glasses on top the fridge I heard them rattle briefly upstairs in my bedroom before the floor moved it was the only quake to memory in all our years there Mom gave the glasses to the kids in Kansas … Continue reading Acts of God and Mom
Tommy Haiku #91-94
By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Tommy Haiku #65
by Thomas Page Preservationist- For God; Conservationist- For all humankind
Tommy Haiku #52-54
By Thomas Page The birds have left the Mailbox in my yard; Summer Solstice has passed by Soaring, whistling, then Explosion, eruption and Finally color Each year, Lady Liberty Gets coronae of Red, white, and blue light
Academy of the Heart And Mind 