by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Whacko Mum, the Desired Dementia Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s “Morning in the Hospital Solarium,” classified as part of her juvenilia and by the actual experience of the wife of Alan in the sonnet. “hoping for some incredible dark man To assault the scene and make...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | AN, LO, OR, PE, SE
High Wire and Sword Swallowing Combined For Karen Frazier Her daydreams, opposite of tight-rope stunt And stunt are looseness, fantasies of cocks. She yanks her tights off. Men invade her cunt And other holes when schlongs are freed. Love cocks They aren’t. They’re...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Parallax Perspective Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Seen railroad tracks converge but never meet. Their logic, unavoidable, still fails. Philosophers of love leave incomplete The definition. Thought...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | MY, PO, RE
Gold, Frankincense and Blur Ambivalence is what it’s all about. The certainties that you were taught with kids Around you in the Sunday School, now shout As ambiguities., our sleds on skids. The certainties have turned to shades of gray, Those things once colorful...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2025 | CL, FR, JU
The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind She lived inside a moment where her clocks Ticked out the moments but from one to three, That’s all, a very certain cube-like box Of circumscribed doctrinal certainty. For her those things like dreams are more for Freud Or...
