By Thomas Page Right before me there is a vase made of Glass imbued with unpotable water Criss-crossed with stems of varying widths which Are floating in a pseudo-creche, a yurt Acting as a spyglass to the other side. The flowers are every shade save blue Which blushes purple from red painted Flowers flanking the … Continue reading “Still Life”
“A Quiz”
By Thomas Page The closest thing to silence echoes through the room. The lesson plans of other teachers bleed in through the walls Like a gushing wound by a riverbed To set the stage of unease. The occasional flip of paper Or the clawing of an eraser Work in syncopation led by no conductor. Does … Continue reading “A Quiz”
“We Were Seven”
By Thomas Page I was on a tour of Skyline Caverns In Virginia with my family when The tour-guide showed us a standing body Of water. She pointed at it and said, “This may look like a boring part of the Cave, but there are many discoveries Found here. For example, a species of Snail … Continue reading “We Were Seven”
Haiku 290-299
By Thomas Page 290 Ebullient feelings, Like flambéd meringue, rest upon The base beneath it 291 Leaves hued with yellow Falling gently on parents Playing with their child 292 The cogs work beneath The face of a clock ticking Away on a wall 293 The bird feeder, prey Of those who fear … Continue reading Haiku 290-299
“The Way of the Dinosaurs”
By Thomas Page “Hall of the Dinosaurs” sits ‘bove the great Weight of the history museum down there, Where all that was a la mode now preserved Reserved as a lesson for us on what Clear-cut reasons are now daguerreotypes, Stereotypes of yestreens of the mind. Kind blurbs familiarize us as guests; Requests for a … Continue reading “The Way of the Dinosaurs”
Haiku 257-267
By Thomas Page 257 Minutes morph into Hours as the students try To babble different sounds 258 Students, no matter Where they go to school, will talk ‘Bout anything but 259 Adulthood, like beams Made from cave-dripped water, Fuses without notice 260 A parking lot made Barren by the revolving Moonlight—glowing eyes … Continue reading Haiku 257-267
Haiku 268-278
By Thomas Page 268 A dying leaf, life In miniature; a mystery Play put on by trees. 269 A wolf howling at The moon is looking for some Other of its kind. 270 A child will not know The fruits thrown into the trash By his own parents. 271 A caterpillar Wishes to be a … Continue reading Haiku 268-278
“Whatever Brilliant Shade”
By Thomas Page Whatever brilliant shade that happens Upon a petal or blade inspires The mind’s eye to a world hued with the Intensity of everlasting springs That beget ever-knowing happiness. Nature preserved in Keats’ frieze, an urn Adorned with the ultimate perfection As gauged by an imperfect eye wishing For it to be so. … Continue reading “Whatever Brilliant Shade”
Thrice
By Thomas Page Everybody in town knew about the murders. You couldn’t walk down Washington Street without someone tapping you on the shoulder to confirm what they already knew. The Harrisons had lived in this little ordinary house on top of Rodham Hill about fifteen long steps away from their neighbors—the Tiffanys. Dan Tiffany was … Continue reading Thrice
“Zombie Thomas”
By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 