by phillipw | Apr 6, 2020 | DI, LO
Some Keep a Glossolalia Sabbath (or Xenolalia Really Since Every Soul is Born into This One Natural Religion) “….. “Dickinson wrote that ‘While others go to Church, I go to mine, for are you not my Church, and have we not a Hymn that no one knows but...
by phillipw | Apr 5, 2020 | AM, BA, DI
Slanted Raising Agents When Emily abandoned schoolwork, she Assumed the baking in her family home. She turned away from the formality Of thinking of philosophers. Her dome Became the kitchen ceiling. Still, the view Outside that house took in the graveyard...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | DI, PI, ST
Annie Dillard Will Be 72 Tomorrow For Chuck This Sunday Annie Dillard, that clear mind And mystic, will be twelve and three score years. She saw, she saw, and wrote about when blind Eyes saw as if the music of the spheres Became as visible to them as we See blue and...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | DI, WA
Royal Reveries I never daydreamed I would be like Di, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales, Or live to be The Queen, or even try To be unhappy with love that impales A woman’s guts with unfaithfulness. (See The Husband Prince’s.) Overhearing on The...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CO, DA, DI, LO, RO
eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart. The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though. Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | DI, EM, JO, KE
Unfinished Symphonies All lives are incomplete, not just the life Of Keats—or Emily in Amherst locked In circumstance. Chance wields the palette knife And even genius finds its choices balked By limitations of the oil paints That fate provides. The colors on...
