By Thomas Page Now, I want to make sure I understand what you have said to me. You said, "You have only one sentence to convince me to let you through the gate." Does this count as a sentence or do you signal to me when my only sentence is done or do you just … Continue reading The Gate
The League
By Thomas Page Mary Susannah Damon did not expect this to happen. Sure, dabbling in the Dark Arts would cause some closed-minded people to say that she was in league with the Devil himself, but she did not expect the League of Magic meeting at her local civic center to be so intolerant. "What do … Continue reading The League
Tommy Haiku #103-107
By Thomas Page The pumpkin blossom Hangs over the planter’s wall; Yellow umbrella Candy-scented breath And cocoa mustaches tell Of autumn’s splendor As the air chills now And the sun sets more often The birds will leave town A lone arrow soars Over a battlefield; who Struck decides the war Standing, waiting; hand Open to … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #103-107
Tommy Haiku #99-102
By Thomas Page To the little fiend Who is calling my stomach Home, you need to scram Every time we tell Ourselves "what in the Lord's name Is this sickness" flu? The displaced rosebush On alien soul starts To bloom differently Will there be flowers In the coming centuries? A world without spring?
Tommy Haiku #95-98
By Thomas Page "What happened to your Knee?" I hit it with shovel I swung 'round my head Two happy little Pigeons sit on fire pit Unaware of it "Let's start a fire" We gather ample kindling It's too wet to light "Happy Autumn Days" They said but it's 82 Today and I'm hot
Tommy Haiku #91-94
By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Tommy Haiku #87-90
By Thomas Page Loads upon countless Loads covered in sweat; odor Of a summer job Traveling midnight Roads with little light Without roar of passing might Headlights dimly show The way on old country lanes Nestled in the glens Fog pre-lit by dawn Breaking up the blue night sky; An array of new light
“The Metrorail”
By Thomas Page Whether on cool, misty mornings or one Won over by sweltering heat some train, main artery of the city, somewhere, Care of no one, is slowly churning near Mere moments of civilization there. Where are these passengers going today? May there be a moment of reflection, Inflection of the conductor saying Waning … Continue reading “The Metrorail”
“Songbird”
By Thomas Page Songbird, songbird outside my window now How is the world out there? Are there cool days, Ways for you to get seed or other things? Wings unfurled and no longer young fledging Edging along the window's glass it flies Wise to our questions that it needn't know. Grow like a hatchling, without … Continue reading “Songbird”
“Her Little Irishman”
by Thomas Page My mother would praise me her Irishman. "Can you see his auburn hair and rosy, Cozy complexion. He's a giant and Grand in a room of others. An Irishman, Helmsman of the Emerald Isle today." Lay your Shepherd's Cap on my head, parade, Serenade on St. Patrick's Day old song Long held … Continue reading “Her Little Irishman”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 