I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left
IF
By Rajnish Mishra Work is worship. It earns returns. Wives with a poet husband want his work bring returns. Time invested in poetic affairs does not reflect upon account. Life’s short, wants unlimited, each second must count. “Don’t build your Nobel in the air”, she says, motherly, practical and fair. Pardons poor husband’s … Continue reading IF
Noises Off
By Emma Woodford There, is a noise that wasn’t there before a rough scrawl on the wind, or the heating going crazy the sound grows louder, coming from the outside. down there in the street q large man inside a cabin holds a radio wired to the ceiling in one hand the other on the … Continue reading Noises Off
My Philosophy of Teaching
By John Page My philosophy of teaching is that education should be an activity that brings joy to the student. If education is done correctly, then the student and the teacher will find learning to be something to look forward to doing and not as a chore that many seem to feel education has become. … Continue reading My Philosophy of Teaching
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 #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 #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
Academy of the Heart And Mind 