by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | AM
Uncertainty Uncertainty makes poetry. The true Is not its aim. The bull’s eye isn’t part Of what real poetry desires. Its blue Is not quite blue: it is the blue of heart, More glaucous than an azure sky, more like The powdered bloom which grapes grow on...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | AL, SW
Plutarch on the Perfume of Alexander’s Skin “Aristoxenus in his Memoirs tells us that a most agreeable odour exhaled from his skin, and that his breath and body all over was so fragrant as to perfume the clothes which he wore next him” ...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | UG
Ugly (Young Men) What must it be like if you’re ugly when Your twenty? I see lots of ugly guys Around me in the world. These younger men Don’t wear a burkha showing only eyes, Nope. No. They walk around as if their mugs Are bearable to those who...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Teresa Felt at the Time She Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Francis Felt at the Time He Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
