by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | AD, EX, Ho
Fear God If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought How is it with the Sea? The only Vessel that is shunned Is safe—Simplicity— ~ Emily Dickinson We move across the depths. We skim the waves. We barely penetrate the sea. We glide As if the ocean...
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | DE, EX, SL
The Refugee Camp, the Deepest Coastline, the Mortuary The mother of the little ones who died Must fall to drowsiness like all the rest Of us. Her bleeding sorrow has not dried Out yet, but sleepiness will have its jest With agony, no matter what. Our eyes Close,...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | EX
Unseen Poetry “The dismal poetry findings stand in sharp contrast not only to the rise in general fiction reading, but also to the efforts of the country’s many poetry-advocacy organizations, which for the past dozen years have been creating...
