by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AR, MO, PA
Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest? Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas. Real Is boring. Ditch it. Art becomes mirage...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | CO, DE, DR, LO, RO
I was a Prophet without Mouth and Tongue “skin redolent with unspoken kisses” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Passion,” It Rises and Falls His skin and veins were pocked. Cocaine had left Its scab-like potholes and ruined entry Attempts like craters, scarred up ones. The heft Of...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AN, AR, CH, HE, LO, PA, SE
Lucifer and the Other Multi-winged Ones, Seraphim and Cherubim “The deep lunges, forehead pressed to forehead, witnesses to rise and fall of chest and ever expanding wings.” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Blood Blister,” It Rises and Falls Those angels making love before the fall,...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | ID, PE
More Lucid than the Real or the Surreal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You close your eyes and then you see. You view The truth more clearly. Seemingly your lids Have Gnostic painted pupils on them...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | MA, SE
Hardness Goes Something Like Eternal and Liquid Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Time stutters in your arms. It expands, diaphragm pushing down and out to make room for seconds smoothing into hours.”...
