by phillipw | Apr 18, 2023 | Uncategorized
Holding In She lies and looks at him, his now closed eyes, His slightly glossy eyelids with a glint Of brown and purple in their shine. His thighs She does not look at. They contain the hint Of forceful thrusting still, a hint of hair Involved,...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2023 | BA, TE
Baudelaire and Lord Alfred: “from out our bourne of Time and Place” If Baudelaire were right, the body buys Its way straight through to immortality By strict improvement. Ladies’ made-up eyes Rise artfully from mere banality To something like subliminal...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2023 | HA, Uncategorized
Haste Maketh Debased “Brevity is the soul of sh*t.” One thing I really loathe about the way Most people now communicate online With friends and family is that textings say As little as is possible, decline To say enough to make the meaning clear. Be...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2023 | ME, NO, PO, Uncategorized
Notre Dame’s Acoustics Taken Up with Enoch The polyphonic music of the time When lords and ladies and archbishops ruled, Rose made of notes and lines that as they climb Evaporate. The melodies were cooled, It seems, to nothingness at last, though lower notes Would...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2023 | PO, Uncategorized, WR
In an Ivory Attic Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My ivory attic sees me writing lines Alone both day and night. (It isn’t like Young Chatterton’s.’ The flash of light that...
