by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | OC, SE
The Sea Spreads Out Her Skirt “But the sea, the sea in darkness calls” The sea spreads out her skirt of corduroy Silk. Saltiness and plushness made of wet Lush velvet rise up when she clasps the joy Of storms. Although she knows to play coquette At...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | HE
The Chambered Hermit Crab My heart is like a hermit crab. It drags Itself around the graveyard ocean floor And looks for justice, love, and mercy, snags Abandoned shells—and settles for Protection. Pulling vunlerable parts Inside an empty sepulcher of lime, The...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | CA, GL
New Use for a Hive Tool https://images.app.goo.gl/TWPvPDBoGjhcxmJLA I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards—sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of burned...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | LO, SA
Dessicated Wounds Our ancient poets often whisper in Slivers only, as dumb as crescent moons, But then are hardly mute. The centuries’ sin Is degradation of their voices. Dunes Against destruction have been washed across The manuscripts and yet now only glints And...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, Uncategorized
To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak. It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble. Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls. Occasionally Our history...
