By Thomas Page The quality of mercy— The groves of the heart— Seem to bloom when the air is ebullient And wither when the air is dense With the situations associated with the hurricanes Gusting away all senses humane. However, the fruit of mercy should not be confused with the seeds of discontent Which like … Continue reading Alphabets: Upsilon
Alphabets: Tau
By Thomas Page There’s something comfortable in what the Modernist hated— The risk of routine settling fauve motions into mechanics-- That define the human part of the spirit The need for consistency in each experienced sunrise That sets the stage for the actions most desired by the critics The permanent fourth wall that looks at … Continue reading Alphabets: Tau
Alphabets: Sigma
By Thomas Page My many years can be summed in on a transcript Marking each of my earned three-hours with a letter And a decimal’d point to a larger number That makes me summa or magne or not At the end of it all on a May day. Can I sum it all up in … Continue reading Alphabets: Sigma
Alphabets: Rho
By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho
Alphabets: Pi
By Thomas Page I have been told the number for pi That extends more than the stars in the sky Or the time I wait for the roundabout by The Victorian houses on Capitol Street. I know that the radius Like some band’s hiatus Is calculable like the latus Lines along the beach’s regular status … Continue reading Alphabets: Pi
Alphabets: Lambda
By Thomas Page If I were to ask you who I was, what you say? Not in some philosophical sense Where I am condensed like soup in my forms Or torn asunder by Scottish logic But in a “it’s blah guy” sense of the word. I don’t think anyone knows who they are truly But … Continue reading Alphabets: Lambda
Alphabets: Kappa
By Thomas Page Everything is marketed with some number accented With the marks and symbols of something-something To make it seem taller than the possibilities imagined. People ask me my height which I’m always not so sure of And make up some number that seems right-- Normally 6 foot 3 inches-- Whenever I meander around … Continue reading Alphabets: Kappa
Alphabets: Iota
By Thomas Page No matter what I do, I have no idea what I look like. I try to plan my outfits in my head as I groggily get dressed at the sixth hour While ignoring aspects like my hair As I hurry to beat the traffic Tuesday’d into oblivion Only to see what I … Continue reading Alphabets: Iota
Alphabets: Theta
By Thomas Page I pilot around the room A jigsaw puzzle of hoodies and laptops Typing with the varied tones of an office-space Looking over poems they will never hear Looking for a wildebeest in the savannah. Heymister should be my name as I go to the caller What does this poem mean? I try … Continue reading Alphabets: Theta
Alphabets: Eta
By Thomas Page People often confuse my brother with me Because we are close in age. There was a time when we were about the same in all regards: Same hair Same teeth Same height Same clothes. They would call us the Page Twins or the Page Boys As we would meander from place to … Continue reading Alphabets: Eta
Academy of the Heart And Mind 