by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | DE
No One When you are dead, the violets will bloomIn quiet purple or in white. The yearsWill pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loomWith blossomed frost on window panes. The spheresAbove this world will spin and sweep untilEternity arrives and then perhapsThey...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | DE, LO
The Island of the Dead I sail to see the island of the dead. A stillness emanates from it across Its mist of waves. This quietude is spread...
