By Sravani Singampalli Email id: srvscool@gmail.com Bio: Sravani Singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh,India. I sit with a glass of coke I take small sips And enjoy its refreshing taste. Conversations with my friends press on And after sometime … Continue reading Life is a Glass of Coke
Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
“Catalogues” Catalogues online are very Hard because out-of-stock items Disappear forever. Excuse Me, I was trying to find that Shirt in my size, now it’s gone for Eternity. Eons upon Eons I must live without that Shirt—age of frustrated shopping. “Form and Function” Form and function in a poem serve As a guide and game … Continue reading Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
Tommy Poems
By Thomas Page “Late December Days” Late December days are just blurs Because of the Yuletide havoc Causing panic amongst shoppers. Can I e’er so gentle be lured To reverie on a hammock Without worry about the toppers On Douglas firs or green spruces? A sense of meeting toward truces. “The Name of This … Continue reading Tommy Poems
Hephaestus And Zeus
By Thomas Page “Hephaestus” They called it Carolinian Stone in the catalogue. It’s gray Upon tinted gray. A gas line Feeds into a glass chamber where It ignites in bound passionate Fire. It makes a banging noise Whenever it’s turned on like Hephaestus’ forge underground. “Zeus” It, like other appliances, Is platinum. It’s interior Is … Continue reading Hephaestus And Zeus
Tommy Poetry
By Thomas Page 8X8s (eight lines of free versed octameter) “The First Snow of Winter” It always comes as a surprise Whenever it snows for the First time in winter. Hold out your Hand to see indistinct snowflakes Dissolve on the surface of your Gloves. The outside world blanketed In flawless white with sideways … Continue reading Tommy Poetry
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
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
Academy of the Heart And Mind 