by phillipw | Mar 16, 2021 | CH, CL, ME
Waking Up Still Alive in a Pastel Gas Chamber The melancholy of a lifetime hums, Hums silence into sadness, though a mild Kind, in the velvet sunset which becomes The sum of all the wounds your beds compiled. The noon intensifies the wounding if The melancholy lingers...
by phillipw | Mar 7, 2021 | AM, BO, BR, CH, EN, FL, MA, PL, RU, SM
International Geographic The tawny boys run through the woods and streets Wherever they are raised, in rural realms Of citrus Florida, where sunshine meets Them under orange grove trees or under elms In England—everywhere. They build their dykes Or dams, their...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2021 | CH, LO, RO, ST
A True Love Will you be tracing the scars on the fair Skin? (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…) Will You rub limbs (herbals to cure)? Black curls, hair, And strongness of nostrils—now you must spill Like blood the therapies. Resurrection...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2021 | AE, BE, CA, CH, ES, MI, OR, RO
Milele in His Temple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Beijing cat, a silvery chevron on His head, between his ears, in fur as white As whitest peony, the chevron drawn As Chinese artists with...
by phillipw | Jan 9, 2021 | CH, DE, ST
The Christian Tree Surgeon The disappearance of a man who loved The trees he killed is life contained in brief. Hiked up among the limbs he chopped and, gloved To save his hands, he felt a smallish grief In sawing through to death. He sometimes fell And suffered...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2021 | CH, FR, MA, ST
I Return in Steam Bath August to D.C. and the Divinity Student Walks me through Scrubby Mounds that Would Be Woods Natsu kodachi Hairishi hito no Ato mo nashi In the summer grove I go . . . and not a trace of Him, the man, remains ~Shiki The grove he walked me through...
