by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | DA
To Be as One He plunges in again, again, again. He plunges deep and long, a stretching time, Then pulls himself out, ready for the pain That isn’t pain, involving thrust and climb Towards the best. Withdrawing is a part Of it, but not the beauty. It is...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | DA
Letter to Gurdjieff I’m sorry. Daydreaming is good. In fact, It is the most important part, the nth Of self-awareness. Dreaming’s not the bract Of consciousness, but the root; not the plinth Invented for the brain- and heart-filled bust...
by phillipw | Oct 8, 2019 | DA, DR, MA, RE
I Wake and Find my Life Was Dreaming My dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes my daily life more dream Than actuality. Then daydreams feel More vibrant than my life and make it seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2019 | AT, DA
Soundless Hymns of Dawkins Hmmm. Even if there is no God, is that A truth that needs a celebration? Should Huzzahs of glee erupt if faith goes splat? Is triumph fitting if eternal good And Love are shown to be a sigh, no more? If godlessness is proved, do humans...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | AD, DA, JO
Darwin, Sickness, and Venice My recollections made from you and of Our time together are too much like ghosts Of gondolas. They move in fogs of love And far too fast in haze between the posts On either side of grand canals. There black Gesticulations of the water...
