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Philoi

Philoi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He found he could not speak.  His voice box blurred. The blur infected eyeballs so he could not see, Like Saul upon the struck down road.  Tears furred With sorrow...

Among the Ways We Pace In

Among the Ways We Pace In Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Whatever can a soul rely on, soul With body, blood and blond(e)-haired skin, blue eyes And beauty’s spirit?  Entities not whole (We’re told) rely...

2 North in the Forest Lake Academy Boys’ Dormitory

2 North in the Forest Lake Academy Boys’ Dormitory Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A teenage is boy is like an enemy, A foe to him himself, when he is harmed About the truth of friends.  A frienemy Is...

Scimitar and Machine Gun Mentality

Scimitar and Machine Gun Mentality Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem How men get on together is like strange And alien creatures facing off in planes Of fourth-dimension scenes.  These beasties range...

The Bait Disappointment

The Bait Disappointment Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His arms and hands are made of styrofoam. His fingers have the feel of vinyl love. His touch winks warning as a crime of chrome, His smile metallic...

Evening Revelation

Dusk on the blossom Of the white peony — which Embraces the moon. ~ Gyôdai (Englished by R. H. Blyth and Phillip Whidden) The moon that was alone is now embraced By petals of the peony.  The shrine When opened wafts out all the bride-like, chaste And Christ-like...

Consequential Truth

Consequential Truth “Put your faith in the essential, enduring things beyond the nightmare of the mutable appearances and you will find inner peace.”  ~ Jonathan Jones, “Gorgeous peaks and dangerous waves:  this sublime show is a timeless pleasure,” The Guardian,...

Preacher Paradox

Preacher Paradox To the white candle The white peony is death, Moving still as death. ~Kyoroku [Englished by Phillip Whidden*] ~ Ecclesiastes 1:2 The peony and candle both seem still, But “seeming” never/always still contains Un(numb)ered movements.  Particles feel...