By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
“Interrogation of a cynical age”
By Sunil Sharma Where is the anger? Asks Jimmy Porter And where are the other angry men? Where is the next howl? Asks Ginsberg. And where is the scream? Asks Munch. Is madness passé? Asks Gogh, a bit disoriented. And where is my ambulance to drive in new hot spots? Asks Hemingway. They have … Continue reading “Interrogation of a cynical age”
“The Journey”
By Sunil Sharma I will take you to where moon is Or, other some such places where You hear the Amazon singing at her tenor full. The Niagara falling falling falling like tumbling$ Or: The ancient Nile being travelled by a young Cleopatra and Antony And recorded by the Bard for the King’s Men, … Continue reading “The Journey”
Haiku 246-256
By Thomas Page 246 The squirrels, privateers Of the forest, raid the bird Feeders for bounty 247 The water cycle, Amplified by the summer Heat. I need water 248 Schedules, gardens Of time, bloom regularly Like the clocks on walls 249 What are the birds of Summer? They all congregate In common … Continue reading Haiku 246-256
“Scraps of Emptiness”
By John Patrick Robbins On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , … Continue reading “Scraps of Emptiness”
Micropoem by Virginia R Macy
My Life in a Few Words. By Virginia R Macy On Oct. 15th, 2018 at 10:14 pm Reality Is So hard to hold onto now That my life is mine
“Quiet as the Spider”
By Thomas Page “But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.” —Gustave Flaubert Madame Bovary Routine is weaved like gossamer outside My kitchen window—its strength, its splendor … Continue reading “Quiet as the Spider”
“One Last Reprise”
By John Patrick Robbins These are the last pages I will ever write for you. My lines are far to worn my thoughts spent in false hopes now buried by my ever clear and present vices. Tears no longer remain, and the storm washed clean ever present reminder that I can never truly drink … Continue reading “One Last Reprise”
“A Letter To A Stranger”
By John Patrick Robbins Dear Stranger, We met so many years ago now I see you through such different eye's. Aged and broken like most older men. You poison your life and everyone around you either died or no longer can recall you're name. I believe I saw you thrown out of some bar off … Continue reading “A Letter To A Stranger”
Haiku 235-245
By Thomas Page 235 Fleet of abandoned Ships Rest In Peace in water Of the Potomac 236 Dragonflies hover Over nameless golden plants Cultivated there 237 July afternoons— An easel of sunshine and Baked cloudy skies 238 What fresh berries found Like a greenman blushing at Unexpected guests 239 Fire in … Continue reading Haiku 235-245
Academy of the Heart And Mind 