by phillipw | Sep 22, 2024 | Uncategorized
The Women Trapped in a Convex Volcanic Mirror Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Obsidian, a lump of ancient black, Is held against a woman’s palm. She grips Its roughness in her hand, its flesh quite...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2024 | Uncategorized
Adoration Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I want the night to lose its blindness, take Its blindfold off for angels’ searing sight. I want a fissure caused by earth’s crust’s quake To...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2024 | CH, ST, UN
Unconcern Separated by the Thickness of Hot Skin Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your blood was always free of light for me. You kept your secrets utter in between The women. Bleeding like a maple tree...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2024 | Uncategorized
“A Man of Original Inactivity” ~ Ikkyū A nothingness is where we come from, writes A poet, and we go to nothing, then Insists we’re like a bird, in that, in mead flights Through Viking halls goes out the window, men Not noticing. It flies from night to night, From...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2024 | BU, HI, MO, RE
Not Just Nirvana The meaning of the Passion does not quite Fit in with Buddha’s or the Hindus’ way So near enough one fifth thinks Passion’s blight. The point is in escaping it, its sway. Samsara is at best a dirtiness That reels out incarnations,...
