by phillipw | Apr 5, 2020 | AM, BA, DI
Slanted Raising Agents When Emily abandoned schoolwork, she Assumed the baking in her family home. She turned away from the formality Of thinking of philosophers. Her dome Became the kitchen ceiling. Still, the view Outside that house took in the graveyard...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | AM
Uncertainty Uncertainty makes poetry. The true Is not its aim. The bull’s eye isn’t part Of what real poetry desires. Its blue Is not quite blue: it is the blue of heart, More glaucous than an azure sky, more like The powdered bloom which grapes grow on...
