by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | FO
Middle-class, Clean, and Not Our teachers disappear. They mostly fade Entirely into wings beside our stage Like actors with bit parts. They enter shade And deeper darkness. Our minds turn the page And most of them are gone forever. Few Remain as vivid as they were at...
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 27, 2020 | FO
Death Be Now Proud: A Highly Articulated Shrimp as Gem The lighting strikes, extreme in angle, from Above and glints from it a glory, gold And glowing. It’s as if it is a-hum With lustres of the richest hue and bold In purest warmth. The sandstone it is...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | FO, RE
The Fox Last night the fox we feed in bowls behind Our house came just at twelve. His long, thick tail Was bushier than last time and defined By snow that had been falling in the veil Of winter for white hours. He took out His chunks of food and one...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | FO
Another Kind of Diversity A slightly fleshy football thug looks out At us between a scarf and baseball cap. As veiled as Muslim women, he’s a lout. His tit is flabby and he looks like crap. Between concealing cloth across his face And shirt tied round the waist of...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BA, FO
La Musique de Sade The mathematics of your music were combined With jouissance, jolts of physics known as sound. Your love and compositions were aligned With calculations and the most profound Depressions, melancholia and drink— And passion played on instruments...
