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
The Petrified
By Thomas Page The world around me is starting to petrify. The leaves are graying and the grass dies. The evergreens even start to lose their gloss. The public will start to hang colorful lights to combat the cold But the sun sets earlier and earlier, almost by the morn. The lights will come down … Continue reading The Petrified
Lost in Space
By Thomas Page On realizing that a cell phone saves notes to the cloud and not on the memory card. Most of my work is typed on my phone. Why I do this I do not know. Now my notes, Boats on some deep river of the web, now Bow down to some code wrapping … Continue reading Lost in Space
“Above the Mountains”
By Thomas Page A new year is born in the dead of winter. The sun sets above the mountains. I can feel the chilly air as it blows through barren trees above the mountains. The spring comes like a mewling child, trembling from dying winter’s grasping fingers. It shakes off the snow which melts into … Continue reading “Above the Mountains”
Tsuki and What’s Important
By Thomas Page “Tsuki” Bashō, seeing his Final moon setting, writes on His name—banana “What’s Important” Issa, confronted By critic of his whimsy, Shows him the world's joy.
Her Sparrow
By Thomas Page Catullus wipes his tablet, groaning about His mistakes. His beloved, his Lesbia, Has gotten some troublesome pet sparrow Twittering around herself. Damn bird, who can Be with my Lesbia where I cannot. I’ll Make a mess of you. If only I were a Bird. He pictures the sparrow doing many Things with her. Vacations … Continue reading Her Sparrow
“Billiards”
By Thomas Page Gwendolyn stands on a crowded street in Chicago looking at a bar The men inside are playing pool. She Looks past the simple smiles of the players. She Knows that there is a disconnect between what she Sees and knows about the people inside. She Hopes to unlock the pageantry proposed each … Continue reading “Billiards”
Haikus of Art and Philosophy
by Thomas Page Woman with lamp shade On her head in an advert; I guess it is art? A drenched leaf floats In the murky waters of The Potomac—Fall A parkway flanked by Trees of every shade and tint Paint a picture of Fall The eve’s close around The hour twenty-two ne’er Midnight or midday … Continue reading Haikus of Art and Philosophy
“Stone Cottage”
By Thomas Page A man stands at a precipice, a deluge comes. He allows the soot and ash of a dying age wash over him. Can Cathleen ever be heard again Over the roar of the coming age; an age without reason? A gentle sound interrupts Yeats’ reverie. A young man comes in with … Continue reading “Stone Cottage”
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
Academy of the Heart And Mind 