by phillipw | Nov 1, 2026 | Sonnet
The Man Abandoned for Love The widow stares with pewter irises Out through the window. Gilding wouldn’t help. He left too little. Now the viruses Of poverty begin to creep. A yelp For pity, that would make her pathetic A worn-out doily on a garbage heap. Fate,...
by phillipw | Nov 1, 2026 | Sonnet
Goblin Sick Dissimilarity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem What passes now for poetry is in The blankest sense not poetry at all. This simulacram grows, a goiter’s sin Against poetics, sin as poseur tall...
