“Catalogues” Catalogues online are very Hard because out-of-stock items Disappear forever. Excuse Me, I was trying to find that Shirt in my size, now it’s gone for Eternity. Eons upon Eons I must live without that Shirt—age of frustrated shopping. “Form and Function” Form and function in a poem serve As a guide and game … Continue reading Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
Tommy Poems
By Thomas Page “Late December Days” Late December days are just blurs Because of the Yuletide havoc Causing panic amongst shoppers. Can I e’er so gentle be lured To reverie on a hammock Without worry about the toppers On Douglas firs or green spruces? A sense of meeting toward truces. “The Name of This … Continue reading Tommy Poems
Hephaestus And Zeus
By Thomas Page “Hephaestus” They called it Carolinian Stone in the catalogue. It’s gray Upon tinted gray. A gas line Feeds into a glass chamber where It ignites in bound passionate Fire. It makes a banging noise Whenever it’s turned on like Hephaestus’ forge underground. “Zeus” It, like other appliances, Is platinum. It’s interior Is … Continue reading Hephaestus And Zeus
Tommy Haiku #126-130
By Thomas Page What is the color Of justice? Is it judge’s Black or angel white? The pragmatist must Wonder if a sword is only Sharp piercing a heart. The pragmatist’s thoughts Are like dull skipping stones With a pow’r to blind. November must be Latin for “stressful” ‘cause it’s Thirty days of “aaahh!” I … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #126-130
“We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
By Thomas Page “None of them knew the color of the sky” —Stephen Crane How can one report on tragedy? None Of the academics can offer explanation of The role of journalism in tragedy. Am I an outsider to them, Getting the facts straight as they sort out them Who are no longer with us? … Continue reading “We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 