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
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
Bloomsday
By Thomas Page If I had one day unrelentingly noted By an expatriate in some Romantic country Twenty or so years from now What would they say? How would they start? With rambling thoughts as I groggily wake up? What would be important? What I ate? Drank? What I did on my phone? … Continue reading Bloomsday
Bells
By Thomas Page Each high school seems to have a bell, Not a bell in the liturgical or civic sense, A bell of copper or metal Hung in its own tower Visible to the people underneath it. School bells hidden somewhere in the wall. Hundred odd bell towers in the concrete Like the hallways … Continue reading Bells
Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
By Thomas Page I visited the place where I was born when I was ten-ish. Like most people my age it is a hospital. A place frozen in that January for my family However, many years ago you read this poem. It is beige-looking With a koi pond in the middle Water enclosed in … Continue reading Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula
Glassjawed
By Thomas Page What is the strongest point of your face? Trace the hallows of orbitals and nose, Blows made in boxing would fell anyone, Won by the impression that the face is His keystone. All faces become glassjaws ‘Cause a good southpaw to the mandible. Reasonable people know mixed-martial arts Parts anyone with … Continue reading Glassjawed
Oral Poets
By Thomas Page Rage Pantheons Man and war Midlife Deviled angels Overthrown gods Caribbean fishermen Seafarers Warriors Nation-founders connected with nature All rhapsodies by remembering voices Trained by generations Forging new dawns And kingdoms And harmonies And memories.
Dam
By Thomas Page A concrete wall blocks a river Making a lake Or not. Human’s creative hand To shape the land in its image. Stewards of the desert Or any arid place Baptized in life-giving water. A great roar reverberates From the concrete wall. A krypton waterfall with internal rage, Eternal rage … Continue reading Dam
Academy of the Heart And Mind 