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
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
