by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | BI, FR
Sad Substitute Those eyes, that mouth reminded me of Glenn, My friend of forty years now gone. The hair, Though, wasn’t crinkly thick. This specimen Was balding on the top, the strands too spare And thin to be a substitute for my Young man of fourteen...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | BI
On Suave India Paper . My mother’s mother gave to me a fine Blue King James Version of the Bible. Blue Morocco leather, subtle blue, benign With tastefulness (as if refinement drew More power to truth) bound up a classic book In cultured holiness. The...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | BI
Our Scientists are Wrong CSWA_DawnVornholt_Birdshare Our scientists are wrong about the songs Of birds. Their singing is about the leaves They sing among, these shapes that each one longs To seize upon in notes. This task bereaves Them sometimes since their melodies...
by phillipw | Aug 13, 2019 | BI, PH, TI
No Time for Thoughtless Guessing The modern, scientific concept that No time existed till the Big Bang flashed Is just about as stupid as a hat Without a brain beneath it. First, the smashed Down kernel, though unimaginably Dense, small and tense, was hunkered there,...
