by phillipw | Oct 3, 2023 | AB, YA
I think that we will live apart as trees Must live, not even in two woodlands near Each other. Maybe some stray autumn breeze Will carry messages from sphere to sphere And I will try to feel that roots and roots Will almost touch — but dreams are only...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2023 | AB, RO, YA
Rather Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine that I wrote five trillion times In Latin, or in Sanskrit, or in Greek Of Sappho, or in Shakespeare’s sonnet rhymes, In...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2023 | AB, LO, RO, SA, SE
Sanctity in the Dawn I wake up in the first light, launched to love. I wake up fraught as if the Holy Ghost Filled both my lungs and hovered just above Each vein and artery and bone, engrossed Me everywhere inside my soul. Of course It is not God who rams...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2022 | AB
An Empty Road An empty road is more expressive than An interstate or crowded motorway With traffic. Lack of woman and of man Along the vacant stretch, not downtown splay Of Fords and buses, trucks and such upon An asphalt street, invites the...
by phillipw | Mar 6, 2021 | AB, AE, AR, BE, CU, ES, MO
Picasso! Don’t look at nature after art to slight The art. The point of art is not to ape But thinking. Artists target to incite, Not prettify, but cause the mind to gape. To criticize a painting for a lack Of slavishness to facts is silliness Akin to faulting...
by phillipw | Sep 15, 2020 | AB, AN, MU, RE
Laius and Jocasta, Medea, etc. Simone de Beauvoir speaks of passion “born from love to murder love.” Does she mean women (or their men) who want Abortions after passion (or just sex Or lust)? Does she mean women born to haunt The cosmos with those listless babies,...
