by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | JO, KE
The Entry into the City of English Poets We see him heated, agitated, full Of passion as a poem fills a page, As stern as Christ with money changers; skull Not visible but there as if a rage Resents the hair and flesh and skin And mouth, the opening between the bones,...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Toxic Spirit like HIV in Me An incubus or succubus is in My chest—too hard to tell if it is male Or female. It injects a mix of sin And sexuality. My heart is frail With stupid love and so it takes the dose As if it were prescribed for endless joy. That spirit...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | RH
Religious Rhapsody A vision in themselves, these flowers flood In sweeps across each branch, so perfect in Their swell of loveliness a fragrant thud Of joy fills chest and lungs. An Angevine Dark purple velvet never could contend With petals deeper than a...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | KE
Misogyny and Class Warfare We took Keats’ life to be a taller ship Of Poetry, Romance, and High Ideals, But now we know through Motion’s scholarship Keats danced to rather boorish, common reels, Not only rules for minuets and verse. He hated women when he...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | HE, ME, PH, WH
Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose Today I chew the peanut butter, sweet Grape jelly, white bread sandwich which she made For me those sixty years ago. I eat Not just a memory refusing to fade But actually the groundnut spread and dark Fruit layer in between the...
