By Thomas Page 279 A Pavlov’s bell rings In the ears of the students Who belt out old songs. 280 People speak fondly Of ghosts who do not shine new Lights of their being 281 Fear, like an unattended Tea kettle, boils With frightening power 282 Change is a flavor Of … Continue reading Haiku 279-289
“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
Haiku 246-256
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”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 