by phillipw | May 3, 2026 | Uncategorized
The Meaning of Creation Consider how the sound a fish makes, dark The sound, in dark since fishes are unknown In essence, most especially the shark, Unknown to us not least because no groan Escapes from slaughter underneath dark waves. The coldness of the cutting,...
by phillipw | May 3, 2026 | MO, RO, TO
There is No God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our loves go on. Mosquitoes come and go But mostly come as faithful as the saints Who hug their holiness as martyrs, slow To give up. They avoid...
by phillipw | May 3, 2026 | EM
Pay Attention to the Flowers Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Let not one flower of spring go past your eye Unseen. Let not one rose of June go past Unsmelled. Let every lilac leave its dye Of purple,...
by phillipw | May 2, 2026 | ME, SE
It All Comes Out Wrong in the Wash Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Mosquitoes in the daytime; Buddha hides Them, dark behind him.” Fantasizing such, The poet Issa, sentimental, glides To sacred...
by phillipw | May 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
The Cosmic Roulette Wheel Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We choose among beginnings that we want To build our faith on. Some seize science. Some Choose God or gods. The older faiths all vaunt Their...
