by phillipw | Aug 10, 2024 | MA
Malé At times I’ve lived where palm trees set the scene. At certain times I lived where young men pace In night-time parks dressed up and moonlight keen For something like romance. They cleanse a space Around them so they do not...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2024 | Uncategorized
The Slither In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough. ~ Ezra Pound Two Years Later The eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of man never disappears But drives a blue car...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2024 | Uncategorized
Students on Social Media Use Vast Satellite Networks to Message “Hi,” “Kool,” Smiley Faces and “Wassup?” The epic paintings of the past have shrunk. Their bloated size in Paris, and Madrid Or Rome contains for most of folk just junk. Their subject matter is...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2024 | Uncategorized
Epic Schmepic To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake The scales of sonnets and of haiku tempt Some readers to reject the smaller forms As less...
by phillipw | Aug 8, 2024 | Uncategorized
Coursing Length With nerves of gold prepared by pent up heat He waits, with nerves of gold beneath that skin That lengthens most, he feels the heart-pulsed beat. With highest purity of carat sin He waits, has waited far too long. The wait...
