by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | LO, RO
The Blonde Queen We love the way that light approaches love On skin, on shoulder, chest, or nostril, on A lower lip protruding just above The cleft of chin. When darkness is withdrawn, So glowing softness, like a god concealed, Emerges, as the sword of...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | MY, TH
For the Eternity Being One morning when they’d stayed up all night long While moving house, he stepped outside with one Last box of stuff, including hymn and song Books–and Dillard’s Pilgrim. Dawn, just begun, Radiated through clear...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | SE
Friendship with Nature “Nature and you must be greater friends than ever.” Letter from Maria Bicknell to her fiance, John Constable September 9, 1815 I wouldn’t leave till every single tree In Suffolk is stripped bare: an autumn whim (She...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | AT
Obscuring Dust If only Nagasaki had produced A flimsy beauty quite as spirit-like As this released by fatality, loosed By unexpected cataclysm, a spike Of unimaginable death, a blast Like Zeta Ophiuchi’s Siamese Twin. Gorgeousness diaphanous and...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | DI, GO
Leviticus 11:19 I’m really tempted–ain’t you?–to eat bats. I mean, they’d be so succulent with all Those bugs they’ve munched, more delicate than rats On palate, right? Yep. Those fly-flavored, small Bones inside...
