by phillipw | Feb 15, 2025 | SA
Laws in the Ark of the Covenant Made of Acacia Wood but Disguised with Gold “We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence…” ~ Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek The Bible’s bushes, never blue, bend more To...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | EL, WH
God’s Intervention Like a Hurled Rock “the blueness of wounds” Those unbelieving eyes of snow surround Her. Iciness like heat’s waves travels through Her hammered brain cells like the echoed sound Of God’s creation, banging, leaving blue Its bruises in the jelly of...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | PO, SO
Licentiousness Conceived as art or prophecy, a dream Of seers, poetry is jailed. It must Be free. It must be able to redeem A broken tea cup and to kiss the mussed Coiffure of Marilyn before she dies Of blonde indifference in a clutch of pills. The poet...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, LO, PA, RO, SC
The Lochs, Coldness, Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Large lochs move far away and farther. So It seems at least without you near in space And time, in eons time, or nearly slow As that without...
by phillipw | Feb 8, 2025 | CU, FU, GA, HE, IN, SE, SP, ST
Brown and Pink The bracken, as life does, has turned to rust. They make their way up through it, rustling through The brown. They need to find a way to thrust In love — or something like it. He shoves spew Inside pink guts once they are over hill...
