Alphabets: Sigma

By Thomas Page My many years can be summed in on a transcript Marking each of my earned three-hours with a letter And a decimal’d point to a larger number That makes me summa or magne or not At the end of it all on a May day. Can I sum it all up in … Continue reading Alphabets: Sigma

Alphabets: Rho

By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho