by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BO, DE
The High Days Great cliffs with deserts at their bottoms mark The years. Each steep descent goes straight to plains Strewn out as sand, and drearinesses arc Out flatter than the rocks of numbness. Pain Would be too much to ask. Boringness spreads Out, wide before...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | BO, CH, ST
Miniaturized Trees in Tiny Pots at 3501 New York Avenue, NE, Washington, D. C. To thrill his body never could have been The fact, much less the metaphor, of love. That’s not what love is anyhow. Between Us was full-blooded sympathy above That sort of...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | BO
World Book Is there a book which you would choose to be The World when this one is destroyed, say, slim Selections of this earth’s best poetry On silk imprinted and with gilded trim? Or would you choose an ivory book of runes Encrypting lost religions...
