by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | AN, GR, PO, SA
There’s Old and Old “Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Greek: Σαπφώ Sapphṓ; Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω Psápphō; c. 630 – c. 570 BC) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.” ~ Wikipedia “Most of Sappho’s poetry is preserved in manuscripts of other ancient writers or...
by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | CO, GE, PE
Big Time Censorship Perhaps you’ve noticed how the statues leave Out any sight of god Apollo’s junk. The artists think that we are too naïve To know the god, presented as a hunk, Had no enraged erection in the scene. They always put a piece of fabric or His...
by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | AR, BO, HA, UN
Hairy Happiness The woman watches him. He’s at the sink Inside their hotel room. She notes his arms And shoulders most. She thinks of manly stink In black-haired armpits, glossy in the harms They do to heart and guts as she succumbs. He’s washing them with water...
by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | AE, BE, ES, MA
Playalinda The honey light of Florida I see In you, the orange-blossom nectar turned To amber. Frenzied buzz and frenzied bee Produce a beauty like your own. We yearned For it for decades. Now it comes in you. The gold of hair against the suntanned...
by phillipw | May 7, 2020 | PA
Passionless Cut The bitterest things are clear. I can see right Through you. The empty bed is just as clear As you are. Cyanide is pure and white, More pure than bed sheets, even empty sheer Ones, those unstained by absence. Stains are what You have not left in...
