by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | ME
As Barbed as Stars As barbed as stars in sharpness in the blacks Of wounded space our memories burn. No green Comes glinting from them. Flashbacks launch attacks In other colors, acrid, not serene. A razor red comes ripping through the dark, No telescopic...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | WH
Mere Knowing is not Remembering I have one picture of Aunt Ruth way back In Pensacola time. That’s all, except One fragment from her dying days. The black And white snap…that’s it. All the rest is swept Away in blankest loss, except that thing She mouthed...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | LO, NI, SI, WI
Aunt Wilma Forces Me ..to Plant a Gardenia on Lorena’s Grave Aunt Wilma is second from the left What happens to a voice when it is dead? The vocal cords will rot, of course, the lungs Will shrivel, wither. In a coffin bed The voice will evanesce like...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | CH, ST
Once I Saw that You Used a Five-day Underarm Deodorant which has Now Created a Fragrant Rosary I dreamed of you and was fulfilled, was filled With sadness— but fulfilled. I woke. The dream Was gone, but all the morning hours were stilled In quietude of...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | WH
White Dwarves White dwarves are stars which want to cease their lives. They crave a gravity-less suicide. These globes want death. Each dwindling sparkle strives To free itself from life. In fact, it’s died Already, or it lingers, comatose Beyond revival,...
