by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | LO
A Gushing Fountain and Not an Oasis in the Cholistan Desert His face when in repose is serious Or well-nigh melancholy, almost sad Like some Islamic saint, mysterious In beauty. I would make him smile, be glad That Allah made him slim and manly like A prophet...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | VE
The Drunken Butterfly This man, a stinkfly, could not stay, never Stayed. Paul insisted, “Non, je reste,” but such Was not possible. He was forever Flitting, changing, on the run. He was much Too much like his uncertain words and lines He wrote in poetry, for...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | BO, CH, ST
Miniaturized Trees in Tiny Pots at 3501 New York Avenue, NE, Washington, D. C. To thrill his body never could have been The fact, much less the metaphor, of love. That’s not what love is anyhow. Between Us was full-blooded sympathy above That sort of...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | CH, ST
London Russian Orthodox Cathedral of the Dormition of the Mother of God and the Royal Martyrs … An onion dome with golden stars and cross Still rises high above my sad blue eyes. The eight-point shapes increase the blue, emboss The blue and...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, ST
Chuck on the Topic of the Pain I Caused Him by Leaving Him so I Could Go “Live” in Edinburgh with my Wife “ ’Twould have been much neater if you could have conveniently died.” ~ Charles Randall Stanfield in a letter to Phillip Whidden mailed March 13, 1986 and...
