By John Page I walk through the graveyard of St. Imes. It is late at night but I prefer the dark. It makes the loss seem less real. I have not come here in a long time--the pain was too raw. I reflect on how I desperately miss her. It is not fair how she … Continue reading The Reunion
“Zombie Thomas”
By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 