by phillipw | Sep 3, 2021 | AP, CH, CR
Cherry Trees, Apple Trees, Crabapple Trees as Temple Domes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our souls go out of us when cherries bloom. Our souls go winging out, but not quite free. Instead they have to...
by phillipw | Sep 3, 2021 | AS, FR
Never a Lack of a Target An afterthought of life is death, but frogs Sing always, solely of old age or death. The rest of us allow unwholesome smogs Of daily life to fill our songs. Frogs’ breath Is drawn in only for their threnody, For ours as well...
by phillipw | Sep 2, 2021 | FR, HA, PO, RA
Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems Te wo tsuite uta mōshiaguru kawazu hana Placing his hands on Mud, the frog respectfully Recites his poem. ~ Sōkan Those poets speak of frogs producing lines Of poetry. Such poets of the pond Gulp forth...
by phillipw | Sep 2, 2021 | Uncategorized
The Beginning is the End My soul rolled out to meet him like a scroll For Christ to write on with his blood. A slack Remainder tried to be unlike a hole. To lift one’s wrists after a heart attack Is challenging. He lifted both his wrists. That tells you...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2021 | DO, IV, WH
The Heel Hit His Back so Hard it Killed All the Nerve Endings Where it Smashed We played our games together. Some were mild Like using rubber bands to shoot brothers With paper ammunition. Some were wild, Too wild at times. If we had our druthers, We’d spice the...
