by phillipw | Feb 8, 2019 | MA
6, 28, 496, 8128 . . . Perfection is a state devoutly sought, Evinced alone in mathematics, though. Reach out for it in other realms, there’s naught For seekers of this purest state. There’s no Escaping it: the sciences and art Collaborate against perfection, since...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2019 | LU
There’s someone deep inside me who is me, The “me” who is my soul—or whatever— Since I’m an unbeliever. It’s the key, Though, something that no surgeon can sever, Not even hifalutin’ blade-like shrinks. He’s actually a person. If you scan Me with precision...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2019 | Ta
Tanagra The Lady in Blue As stiff as any well-dressed Barbie doll This sculpture from the time before the age Of Alexander’s conquering, the small Blue figurine is not so much a gauge Of ancient worship as it is a piece Of beauty, either for a little girl To...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2019 | PL
Actuality vs. Philosophy without Armpits How troubling that some strangers from our past Are still alive. They keep on grasping throats And minds like zombies. Souls like them have gassed Us in a concentration camp. Their quotes Pollute, more toxic than sly stench...
by phillipw | Jan 10, 2019 | CH
In so Modest a Setting Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A giant diamond on a slender ring Of chrome is what he was. He showed the flash, Flash, flash of bevels, many, not like cheapo bling, But...
