by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | AL, AN, SC
Alt Clud A darkness darker than the darkest dark Forbids it to us. We know nothing more Than guesses at its language and its stark Rapine and slaughter. Battles, battles, war, And tiny strips of peace are all that we Can stab at in the...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | TR
The Lady’s Not for Earning, No, Of Course Not, No “Words, after all,” he said, “are only words And I have heard so many in these days That half my wits are sick.” ~ Lancelot, in Lancelot, by Edwin Arlington Robinson, p. 164 If “Words . . . are only words,”...
by phillipw | Mar 25, 2020 | SU
Croydon Forget undending prairie miles, as wide As oceans in a calm, the planes of sand Outback and in Nevada where no tide Has risen for an eon. Measure strand On strand of breakfast tables set with oats And salt. Remember though the other flats Of...
by phillipw | Mar 22, 2020 | LI
Life The random tints of blue are set beside Some richer colors. Here and there the cold One settles in a patch, like failure cried There. It enhances chord-like yellow, bold, And orange bursts. There’s too much beige and green As usual and not...
by phillipw | Mar 22, 2020 | DE, LI, PO
Éminences Grises The lines go on and on, so distant that They seem much farther from their readership Than Beacon Hill is from Medicine Hat. Such writing comes about through leadership Of theoretic minds as cool as crabs In Arctic zones. A Wallace Stevens,...
