by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | WH
Beeswax Hero He had his own concocted scent, his smell Made up of khaki mixed with beeyard smoke— And sorcerer’s words that cast a bedtime spell With everything that stories can evoke. His wife read books and these were wizards to The brood, but though they held a...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | CH
Studying the Church Fathers, Emphasis on Stud His hair and whiskers, eyebrows tend towards black, Those bristles near his mouth and then along His forearm fur. He scratches at his back, Perhaps a pimple. No sonnet or song Will ever praise his manly...
by phillipw | Aug 29, 2019 | HE
Argonauts Were Only Men, Yet Special The heroes sailed away and left behind, Unnoticed, Herakles — the greatest of Them all. It is as if those men were blind. Was this because they knew too well his love Was different from their own? Herakles was placed Amidships,...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | VE
Charlie McCarthies, All God isn’t a ventriloquist. He’s worse. He holds us firmly in his grip, His hand Inside, more deep than heart or mind. Averse To everything outside His Triple Band, He is especially opposed to aid In talking. Throats impeded by...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | JA, ME
I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness. A...
