by phillipw | Nov 8, 2019 | BL, RO
Threat and Self Salvation The bud looks like a ruined dream of cloth That wants to be a pale mauve casing for An infant butterfly or for a moth Awaiting birth, except it opens more Like tissue made of bruising and of scar, Made more with doom than promise. Each dark...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | BL, PH
No Volcanoes of Bleak Lava Anywhere No single thing pours darkness into space, Not one. All bodies give off heat or light, Or store, absorb them, never spray a mace Of blackness whether they are specks in flight Around a nucleus or clustered group Of galaxies around...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BL, MY
Sand Grains: Blake’s Universe [Grains of sand under a light microscope] https://www.nikonsmallworld.com/galleries/2011-photomicrography-competition/sand I walk along a tropic beach of sand And feel the sun’s heat in the grains, wonder If, counting my...
