by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | EN
Buddha with Acne Imagining the Buddha as a thing Of ugliness might help. Any insights Then might be less lovely. They might not sing Like anthems in a temple full of lights In polished candle holders. Beauty would Become beside the point. Revelation Would...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | EN
Tulips in the Night An ordinary darkness covers them. It’s just the night. And they . . . they are only Tulips. It’s not like death has dragged her hem Across them. Why not let them be lonely In their detachment from the sun? But no, I have to take...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | EN
Jerusalem His face is mild, as mild as Elgar chords Set down on paper, or a late June day In Gloucestershire, as mild as sleeping lords In Parliament. His young beard’s a display Of masculinity, or maybe just A statement of his academic bent. That’s more...
