by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | DR, NI
Radical A dream is a reality as true As daylight drenching, scorching skin on face And throat. A dream is fact, an ultra blue As seen through telescopic sin and grace, A denseness like Magritte’s and Dali’s dreams If they were dire blue diamonds in a...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | AN, GR, SC
An Infestation of Falsely Colored Barnacles on Thighs Like painted barnacles on bronzes from An ancient sea, our encrustations on Ideas from distant times and cultures come Between us and those statues from the dawn Of civilization. The Aegean As an emblem holds the...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
Why It Is Not Good to be a Small Brown Butterfly A found poem from The Physiology of Love by Paolo Mantegazza and the book The Natural History of Love by Morton Hunt Caressing fondly with their wings, they reach The wing of one the other in a kiss. The silk and velvet...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | AL, AN, SC
Alt Clud A darkness darker than the darkest dark Forbids it to us. We know nothing more Than guesses at its language and its stark Rapine and slaughter. Battles, battles, war, And tiny strips of peace are all that we Can stab at in the...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | TR
The Lady’s Not for Earning, No, Of Course Not, No “Words, after all,” he said, “are only words And I have heard so many in these days That half my wits are sick.” ~ Lancelot, in Lancelot, by Edwin Arlington Robinson, p. 164 If “Words . . . are only words,”...
