by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | PO
Seldom Pure and Never Simple: Fawlty Thoughts There’s freedom in the speaking of the truth. I know we’re not supposed to think that such A thing exists. It’s fashionably uncouth, Post-Modernism says, to use the crutch Of common sense. Too many minds have come With far...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | TR
RachelROBERT The ancient myths about strange beasts composedOf body parts from different creatures fillSome need inside the psyche. Boys enclosedInside a female body ache untilThey realize the truth about their sex.The suffering starts as if it’s just a bruise.It’s...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | LO
On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tideOn gentle coasts but feels as urgent asThe tidal bore up Severn. Hope had diedUntil you spoke and now I feel like jazzIs jiving in my bones. The slowness cameBecause my heart was made of numbness, soMy blood required...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | DE
No One When you are dead, the violets will bloomIn quiet purple or in white. The yearsWill pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loomWith blossomed frost on window panes. The spheresAbove this world will spin and sweep untilEternity arrives and then perhapsThey...
by phillipw | May 29, 2019 | MO
Marilyn The radio announced that she was dead As flatly as a Stock Exchange report. My heart turned satin and began to shred And leaked out doom and beauty. In the court Of Heaven Gabriel reached up to wipe God’s eye and Jesus hid his face behind The bloodied robe of...
