by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | BU, CH, HI, IN
Xuanzang: Observations on Assam, Bihar, Kasmir, the Peninsular and Punjab We meet dismay when pondering histories Far foreign from our time. Many amassed Cross-pollinated facts become mysteries, As when a Chinese traveler in the past So distant that we have no...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BU, Uncategorized
Helen Miller’s Little Brother The bullies all around him must have seemed Like combine harvesters to someone wee Like autumn blossoms when the bastards teamed Up. Gary, like a sweet weed in the scree Beneath a bing, somehow survived and found His way to my protection...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BU, LO
We Met at the Caledonian Hotel in the West End The Royal Mile is John Knox’s creed, Yet strict stone Edinburgh has the pinks, The lavenders, and blues which lovers need When springtime Presbyterian day winks To twilight. Grayness overawes the eyes Until the sun is...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | BU
Highs and Lows 0 What if the Buddha got it wrong and deaths Don’t take us to Nirvana but instead Produce a consciousness too much like meths, Or LSD? Or if that final bed, The one for each immortal soul, is full Of nightmares (weedy paranoia), Because...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | AE, AL, BU, FL, IN, LO, ME, NO
Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you. It looked like you, though. Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...
