by phillipw | Sep 18, 2024 | IN
Red Letter Day and South American Spice Today I spooled out sonnets, sonnets, ten Of them, extruding all like plastic knives, Or forks, or spoons. They spilled again, again, Again as boring as Solomon’s wives Became to him, perhaps, each plaything thin As plastic...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
Matthew Parris Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Perhaps you have a favorite columnist Who writes with wit and cleverness about The news. I do. For years he hasn’t missed The most important...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
A Little Child Shall Impede Them Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The mind, says Buddha, waits as blank and mild Before its birth as crystals made of snow. The mind waits flawless, waiting for a child...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
Just Being Yourself, According to Your Nature Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I’m sorry, Henry David. Pleasure for You differs from the pleasures of the rest, But . . . pleasure’s pleasure. At your...
by phillipw | Sep 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
Lady Agnew of Lochnaw, a Painting Paid for by Her Baronet, She Loved by More than Just the Viewer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem By John Singer Sargent – Own work by Ad Meskens., Public Domain,...
