by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | SE
Who Knows Where We Are Going? Who knows where we are going when we set Off every day? We start out for the shops And meet the one we’ve always dreamed of, Brett Or Betty. Or we pass a winter copse While on a bus to Oxford, open wide Our book, . . . and find...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | CI
Bewitched Wikicommons When Circe is reduced to trivial Tableau by Burne-Jones, caught in old gold, blue And black and white, tainting convivial Containers in “The Wine of Circe,” true Iniquity is camouflaged. He seemed To realize this...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | LO
Utter Her words came down as if they fell from scars Across the moon. She had not meant to hurt, Which only made it worse. As cold as Mars Her sentence entered me. It was the dirt Beneath Antarctic ice. It wasn’t that The words were toneless,...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2020 | IS, VU
A Sudden Island http://news.yahoo.com/satellite-photo-shows-island-rising-earths-red-sea-170703840.html A sudden island surges from the sea Where once low waves were rulers of the heights. A plume of smoke like Lucifer’s goatee Spreads white across the...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2020 | MA, PE
6, 28, 496, 8128 . . . Perfection is a state devoutly sought, Evinced alone in mathematics, though. Reach out for it in other realms, there’s nought For seekers of this purest state. There’s no Escaping it: the sciences and art Collaborate...
