by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | CL, OR, SE
Surging If planets spun before it entered you, They faltered, staggered as I thrust inside And upwards. If the oceans once were blue, They changed to blood with foaming lust. The stride Of hardened flesh in yielding slickness changed The universe to...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2020 | CL
Michael Curtis of AEGEA ….. He wants to have the purest, clearest tongue, The crystal tongue that earliest of throats Employed. He wants to sing with voice so young That only sail-like vowels will move in boats On springs arising out of moveless rocks In...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | AD, CH, CL, GI, HE, KI, TE
….. Pubescent Vector Tom’s shoulders—knots of boyishness—were tied By Jahweh when in Baden-Powell mood But move in that white shirt where they must hide (Required by dress-code rule, to make Tom good), So they remain as veiled, as chaste, and...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | CL
Climate, Strange Can you remember when the daffodils Meant spring was on the way? Each yellow drift Beside the bank or just beneath the hill’s Slope gave the eye and soul a gold bright lift. That doesn’t happen now. We remember How promise of revival made us new...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | BR, CL
He’s Out of Place Here He’s out of place here, looks like he’s a fan Of Manchester United, one who stands Among the other scarf-draped blokes. A man With snub nose, eyebrows thick like black iron bands Is reading here. A sloping forehead, small...
