by phillipw | Oct 20, 2018 | RE
That poem is a new world on your tongue. It is as if Jehovah spoke a sigh From somewhere in between your heart and lung, Or more like Aphrodite spread one thigh And opened up divinity for men, Or maybe inspiration rose up through your mind From guts and bones as...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2018 | AS
SOCIAL MEDIA: Ascension Let go. Let go the laptop and that phone, The iPad and the Instagram that bangs Away. Turn off the Twitter storm. Dethrone Technology and screens. Those Facebook fangs Are in you, worrying your mental throat Like some sophisticated pack of...
by phillipw | Oct 9, 2018 | S
Safe Spaces—“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” ~ ~ “When the Athenians sent leaders of their philosophy schools to Rome on an embassy in 155 BC, one of them, the sceptic Carneades, pleaded on one day for justice in politics, on the next day for injustice. Cato...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | L
Death’s Lepidoptera Sample My face falls hard against the layered plush Cloth. Underneath is trapped his curly hair Inside a ziplock bag. My whiskers crush Themselves against the folded towel. A flare Of one immortal flame, this curl, or so it seems, The tress is not...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | DE, LO
The Island of the Dead I sail to see the island of the dead. A stillness emanates from it across Its mist of waves. This quietude is spread...
