By Thomas Page Golden Shovel WC Bryant "The Prairies" Save the piles of earth that hold their bones" An evening painted with moonlight bright save A lone graveyard hidden by glen and the Kudzu o'er telephone wire, piles Of history lay to rest for now. Of Saints, Sinners, and inbetweeners in earth Buried hold the … Continue reading Save the piles of earth that hold their bones
Tommy Haiku #83
By Thomas Page A church made of bones An ossuary is what is left for heaven A bowl of candy With a witchy hand; Tricks for Trick-or-Treaters
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 #77-80
By Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else The faint amber glow Illuminates the murky Train; constantly dusk Thousands of people Riding side-by-side on trains Without single word Summertime in the City where skyscrapers shade Countless mobile things
Tommy Haiku #73-76
by Thomas Page Erikson has eight Stages, a Jacqués from "As You Like It" Shakespeare Monsieur Piaget, I need to find le mot juste For this final exam Mi abuelo lee Mi poesía porque mi Madre los adora Whether chapeau or Beret, I still won't pay five Hundred plus for it
Tommy Haiku #72
By Thomas Page Lone Cypress on a rock Over the Monterey Bay; A symbolist's dream
Tommy Haiku #71
by Thomas Page Riding on Metro Traveling in reverse and Ignoring all else
Tommy Haiku #70
By Thomas Page The tailor working under duress has a crown of headaches a lot
Tommy Haiku #69
By Thomas Page At Fallingwater, Hidden by countless rocks and Trees, juts from concrete
Tommy Haiku #68
by Thomas Page Tuberculosis? Nah, I don't have a bad cough. Maybe stomach flu?
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