By Bernadette Perez The Holiday Home with family and friends Dinner Feast for kings Time spent reminiscing A day of thanks You run out the door Paper in hand Adrenaline pumping Deals Bargains Saving 50-75% Buyer incentives BOGO Two for one Be the first customer Receive free rewards Stand in line for hours Hustle and bustle … Continue reading Second Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest: The Holiday
Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
By Katelyn Thomas He calculates, frets. Santa does not need to fit - No math in magic. This Christmas morning nature tinseled the white pine with layers of ice. Empty cardboard box - gift enough for the kitten. No need for the mouse. They are not ready to pack their wonder … Continue reading Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
Tommy Haiku #111-115
By Thomas Page What kind of bird would I become if I were in Ovid’s tale? Cuckoo? What are the roles of Myth? How many more times does It take to not err or fail? Dionysia, Steeped in wine and tragedy, Revel in comedies. Students read of trials Herakles or Hercules Wrapped in giv’n cloaks. … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #111-115
Tommy Haiku 108-110
By Thomas Page Hawthorne glances at A glen, asking whether it A devil’s office. Milton and Hawthorne Seem to agree that sin is Born of a cold head. Are poems that are lost Really gone? Passing zephyr On a sunny day.
Sea Season II
By Feby Joseph So, it seemed, forgiveness wasn’t the answer – Doling out redemption hadn’t taken out the sting ... I looked out of my winter-room window At the sea, washing itself and felt – … Almost calm. It has been a season of storms And some hidden storms And some… The restoration manual required … Continue reading Sea Season II
“Sleepiness”
By Thomas Page It is the point in the semester I Lie down a lot because I am tired. Wired to finish my assignments by My own furious fate to get good grades Wades down my other activities, much Brunch-like pleasantries afforded to those Chosen few who don’t have something due now. How can I … Continue reading “Sleepiness”
“We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
By Thomas Page “None of them knew the color of the sky” —Stephen Crane How can one report on tragedy? None Of the academics can offer explanation of The role of journalism in tragedy. Am I an outsider to them, Getting the facts straight as they sort out them Who are no longer with us? … Continue reading “We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
The Silver Tiger
By Thomas Page “The Silver Tiger” She slowly stalks Her hapless hunt Raising rigid razors To talon tuna From her food dish Eating revenant resolves Of old animals Shaped silly small Fabricated fish things She sips sweetly From fresh fountain Wash-backed water and Purrs proudly presently Now noontide naps Are adventitious plans Securing soft sofa … Continue reading The Silver Tiger
Down to the Sea
By Thomas Page We shall go down to the sea Where the little birds may well be. We shall go down to the water’s edge And dare to touch cold sand’s ledge We shall make a new sand castle And worry about the bustle. We shall take a picnic luncheon Sandwiches and cookies we munch … Continue reading Down to the Sea
The Night Driver
By Thomas Page The highway is beautiful at night With a sea of red tail lights And glare reflecting off signs. The night driver tries to stay awake While the rhythm of the blacktop Soothes them to a requiem. Music plays over the radio With a dial turned to an even number And the heater … Continue reading The Night Driver
Academy of the Heart And Mind 