by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
“Think Only This of Me” I thought if I prayed hard enough about You, you’d summon thoughts of me. “Pathetic!” You are feeling. “Left me, then in a pout He daydreams that, as if an ascetic In desert meditation, he can Employ telepathy to make us saints Of...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | CH, DE
There’s No Business Like Showbusiness: Coolidge Revised America’s business isn’t business, Not in the country’s declining century. The nation now wallows in Gee Whizzness Over violent films, David Lynchery, And all that...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | CH, RE
Patisserie Christianity Patisserie-like Christianity Is what I love the most. Why bother with The rules and burdens, the inanity Of long traditions and the heavy myth When you can have incrusted beauty, not Incrusted doctrine? Start out with a blue Dome. ...
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 | Nov 14, 2019 | CH, CO, ST
Lost and Found in Whiteness The man gets up and walks away. He heads Away from all the rubble he has wreaked In hearts, inside his son, and in those beds Where he has rutted. His heart and soul have leaked Away their power through holes the tourniquet Required when...
