by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BR, LU
Across the Desk from me in the British Library The shape of nostril is enough alone To say, “Write love about me. Write it now!” The message pierces through the central bone That holds my ribs together like a vow Of chastity that must be broken. Rip My...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | BR, WH
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | BR, KE
Black Flightless Widow “I have not got over it and I never shall.” ~ Fanny Brawne He died and then the girl Fanny soon Keats on his deathbed Fell ill. Her spirit’s heart contrived to take Its toll upon her flesh. A black cocoon...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | BR
Resignation When hearts accept defeat, they do not make Hurt sounds, not even some hard-swelling beat Beyond the norm. They do not feel a stake Thrust through them, their spasming muscle. Seat Of human feelings, throne of love, the heart...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | BR
British Library Numbers He looks like somebody’s nephew-in-law, Not any closer to you or yours than That, yet with darkness round the eyes as raw As black eyes on an angel who began In twelve-foundational Heaven but falls now Through wounded space towards Dante’s...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BR, CA, DO
New Use for a Hive Tool I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards— sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of pine needles infilthtrating the air. And then . . . the...
