by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | VA
My Heart is Like a Satin Valentine My heart is like a satin valentine Except instead of dark and darker things With pastel sickly centers, glossy shine Still inwardly desires love’s angel wings. The irony is far too much for me And you know even better how...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Five Friendship Sonnets Best at a Distance Some say that friendship’s realm is nowhere but Nostalgia. Love of man for man exists In regions where the friend is absent, shut Out, exiled, say, or better dead, subsists On mourning, loss,...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
October Heights For Carl The autumn sweeps across Vermont again As flame-shaped hills define the distant days. Once more I live in exile–and the pain Of frosted air and leaves and dawns of haze Creates the landscape of my memories. There will not be another...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Prezioso The pain of losing you began to swell Like hints of seismic tremors underground; Like healthy lungs starting to . . . feel unwell . . . To send some unknown poisons all around A heart that hurts before the wound is dealt. Inside the chest a...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Twin Stars What must it be to be remembered for One thing, especially if that is as The friend of someone famous? What a bore To be of finest beauty (all that jazz) But end up just a slur in river mud, Antinoüs the god, yet only in The hollow heart of Hadrian? Why...
