by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | DR, NI
Radical A dream is a reality as true As daylight drenching, scorching skin on face And throat. A dream is fact, an ultra blue As seen through telescopic sin and grace, A denseness like Magritte’s and Dali’s dreams If they were dire blue diamonds in a...
by phillipw | Mar 18, 2020 | DR, NI, SU
Subconscious The deepest part of memory is a trench, The black of seabed wound. The strangest part Is not the darkness or the tides that wrench The conscious mind. No. Claws and teeth that smart The brain convulsively come up to bite Or tear at us in...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2020 | DR, NI, SU
Night Brain In dreams impossibilities are rife. A human haunts us with his eyes, both closed And open, both at once. A faithful wife We left for fling and fun is there transposed To be our mother too. The man who raped Us as a child is kindly in abuse...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2020 | DR
Depths of Everlasting Springs Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem [This sonnet was written on St. Valentine’s Day, 2017, and finished the next day.] Love, life, and death—these seem the deepest...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | DR, FO, ME
Mind Cankers “the realm of forgetting, that overcrowded land’ ~ Donna Leon The kingdom of forgetfulness is large, Much larger than the empire of memory. Forgetting is the way that humans charge Ahead. Our histories are just the quay That once great...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | DR
After Settling Down to Work You know the drooping. Drowsiness and lolls Take over and you find yourself asleep Or nearly there, a cousin of rag dolls On opium. A heavy-lidded sweep Of wooziness begins to take you down To forty fathom depths. You do not want It. You...
