by phillipw | Nov 4, 2026 | BA, LA, NI, SK, Sonnet
Twitching Eyelids Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The flocks of tiny dreams arise from limbs Where they were sleeping. The bolt and door That held them in and down are rising hymns With whir of wings. ...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2026 | AR, HE, ME, MY, PH, Sonnet, ZE
Zeptoverse Cosmos and the Head of a Pin Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In seas of oceans of the galaxies Are particles of smallest nth degree. One hundred billion times more small peas Called atoms in...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2026 | AL, BO, MO, MY
Older than the Most Ancient Sequoia Forest Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Dedicated to Nikolai Klyuev and Sergei Yesenin Too often we forget that green has blue Inside its greenest self. The blue in...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2026 | BA, FA, RE
Christ Cannot Save You from Deliberate Stupidity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I make an icon of the white tree bark of birch. The icon hugs in white and black because I want a true religion like a...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2026 | CH, IS, MO, MU, Sonnet
Literally The power of the word has long been known To be as real as Real. We grab that in Our use of “literally.” As hard as stone This term means letters are as deep as sin. They don’t need chiselling in rock to slam Their power in history. Literature wields...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2026 | DO, IM, SA, SO, Sonnet
Thrust Your Fist into the Wound in Religions’ Side: the Out of Tune Accordion Knot Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem That souls do not exist, that soul does not Exist is crucial. Instituting truth Is...
by phillipw | Nov 1, 2026 | Sonnet
The Man Abandoned for Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The widow stares with pewter irises Out through the window. Gilding wouldn’t help. He left too little. Now the viruses Of poverty begin to...
by phillipw | Nov 1, 2026 | Sonnet
Goblin Sick Dissimilarity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem What passes now for poetry is in The blankest sense not poetry at all. This simulacram grows, a goiter’s sin Against poetics, sin as poseur tall...
