By Thomas Page 246 The squirrels, privateers Of the forest, raid the bird Feeders for bounty 247 The water cycle, Amplified by the summer Heat. I need water 248 Schedules, gardens Of time, bloom regularly Like the clocks on walls 249 What are the birds of Summer? They all congregate In common … Continue reading Haiku 246-256
“Quiet as the Spider”
By Thomas Page “But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.” —Gustave Flaubert Madame Bovary Routine is weaved like gossamer outside My kitchen window—its strength, its splendor … Continue reading “Quiet as the Spider”
Haiku 235-245
By Thomas Page 235 Fleet of abandoned Ships Rest In Peace in water Of the Potomac 236 Dragonflies hover Over nameless golden plants Cultivated there 237 July afternoons— An easel of sunshine and Baked cloudy skies 238 What fresh berries found Like a greenman blushing at Unexpected guests 239 Fire in … Continue reading Haiku 235-245
“Parliament; or Crepe Suzette”
By Thomas Page There was a nation called Newlandia which existed in a time not unlike our own. It had majestic coasts sprinkled with fishing villages. It had glens bearding mountains and mountains cutting into the skies. The little country had no reason to be recorded in history because it kept to itself and … Continue reading “Parliament; or Crepe Suzette”
“Babel”
By Thomas Page Long, long, ago It has been supposed That we all spoke With the same furl of tongue. Long, long ago It has been told That we all spoke With the same folly of tongue. Long, long ago It has been foretold That if we all spoke With the same furl of … Continue reading “Babel”
“Lyres”
By Thomas Page What are poems made of? Are they made of chalk scribbled on concrete Or are they reflections found in mirrors, Or are they made of acrylic, Or of the condensation of the sky, Or even the quiet moments found in the fading light in eyes That meet for a moment? The … Continue reading “Lyres”
Haiku 221-234
By Thomas Page Virgil says hell is in Naples, birthplace of pizza: Sweltering ovens I finally know Why a sweater is called A “sweater;” it’s hot A poet and a tech Each crafting a design the Same; ekphrasis A thousand years of Death in Virgil recycled By oblivion A doppelgänger Sitting at a desk with … Continue reading Haiku 221-234
“Brain of a Cat”
By Thomas Page Dr. Reading wanted to make a scene By transforming a cat into a dream Teacher by the end of fifteen school weeks. Sangchu, his proposed student, barely speaks Nor communicates with the clarity Normally reserved by rarity Of talking animals. “This is harder Than I initially envisioned,” to her He said. … Continue reading “Brain of a Cat”
The Throw
By Christopher Page
The Morning Sun
By Thomas Page Whatever happened to the morning sun Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low The stars and the clouds framing a sky done. This time of year, I cough up my own lung Winter’s curse to the body that will know Whatever happened to the morning sun? Leather rancher coat … Continue reading The Morning Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 