by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | LO
Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table. Others watched a match On artificial turf. They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...
by phillipw | Jul 1, 2019 | CY
Super Binomial Byronic Poets We used to worry that computers might Take over poetry, that they might thrill Us with Romantic zings beyond the height Of human seers, that motherboards might spill Out glorious epics and the like. But now We have another worry. Cyborgs...
by phillipw | Jul 1, 2019 | DE
Vacuum His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness. Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are prunes Now. Places where moon thrills should grow are dates At best. His lovers bring him tongues...
by phillipw | Jun 30, 2019 | Ho
Simonides of Cos on the Spartan Dead at Plataea These soldiers put on death, that misted cloak, Their mortal metal sublimated to What some call glory. First we have to soak The fog of war in honor, scarlet, blue And gold. The platinum of courage formed The basis of...
by phillipw | Jun 25, 2019 | LO
Beyoncé, Beethoven and Bach Job 38:7 The woman sings her peppermint-ish thing. The Germans do their heavy stomach stuff, A fugue, a symphony and Wagner’s Ring Mit Heldentenors set against her fluff. Bob Dylan and Bob Marley offer wells With rhythm and guitar and...
