by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | FL, JE, TI
Quintet of Sonnets about Jeanette Black and White Her eyes cast down as if ashamed of style And beauty, she is captured. She is held Forever in the falseness. All the while This image has existed, it’s compelled Jeanette...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2019 | PO
A Single Finger One single finger pointing to a God, That sign is what a poem ought to be. A sonnet is a temple’s carved facade And offers formal serendipity, A mystic insight from a hand scab marked By Christ’s stigmata. Francis made that rhyme. His...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | FL, WH
My Aunt Jeanette was Beautiful like like a Hollywood Glamor Queen and my Mother Wanted to Wear Jungle Gardenia The taste of Florida sunshine, its smells And colors, orange blossoms against green Leaves, evergreen in sunlight, wetly swells...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | MA
Never Mind The Marxists called the slaughter in the camps Of deep freeze Russia “detours.” What they meant Was grandiloquent History has small cramps Made up of murdered millions. Its ascent Is massive and its purpose is as calm As grey philosophers...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | MA, Uncategorized, WH
La Serenissima Surprise We thought her color wasn’t blue. We went To Venice then and suddenly we knew The truth. We learned that she was always meant To find the right ensemble of a blue So subtle that its lace and velvets showed Up several colors—blue of...
