Alphabets: Omicron

By Thomas Page I can’t imagine The world so small that It can be placed on A grain of rice and Sold in a beachfront Souvenir shop next To hermit crabs and Obscene tees hung like College banners and Beer signs down the road Mixed with heat and sand And sunburned shoulders Bathed in aloe … Continue reading Alphabets: Omicron

Alphabets: Xi

By Thomas Page I like to play the same songs over and over while working To hear the same lyric again while I try to find my own answers To a soulless prompt before me Requiring me to extract hope from despair And graded on the power of ex nihilo of an e re world. … Continue reading Alphabets: Xi