by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AN
Womtyjawed: an Annunciation ….. The Virgin is a brownish cipher placed Against a plinth, more like a mummy than The Mother of the Christ. She might be chaste, But then who wouldn’t be to any man Looking like that? Besides, the orange plinth Is pretty...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | SO
Alpha If glass contains a sound, we cannot hear It. We can cause a sound from it by force But torture chambers manage only queer Sounds, agonies, from humans, so of course The sounds we cause by breaking glass or with A wetted finger on a rim...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | SI
Mute Choruses and Chanting Some silent kings in silent eras long Before the thought of history arose Have left lacunae like some torn lost song Or tuneless chants of silence. Joys and woes Of royalty lie deep in neutered times Among unwritten blanknesses. We guess...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | Uncategorized
Writ in Sand Obligingly a friend vowed he would take To Africa Endymion and “throw it in the midst” of desert wastes—to slake The poet’s thirst for death? We’ll never know The reason for this surgeon’s offer, and It...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AN, YO
Yonic Annunciation . “At the left stands, or rather crouches, the angel Gabriel, with his feminine, overly saccharine face and flowing locks, . . . holding . . . a strongly shaped phallic lily.” Larry’s Party,...
