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
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
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”
