by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | FR, JO
Poor Prince Ionathan “and wept with one another, until David exceeded” — I Sam. 20:41 The frail leaf pages open to my touch; Another century opens to my eye. I wish the sentiments were just as much In favor now as they were...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
Chasms The long years’ gaps between the times that you And I were born, our ages (ever spread) Will never be erased—till the debut Of death for one of us. I’ll go ahead, Statistically, since many thousand days And nights are quite a...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
“Think Only This of Me” I thought if I prayed hard enough about You, you’d summon thoughts of me. “Pathetic!” You are feeling. “Left me, then in a pout He daydreams that, as if an ascetic In desert meditation, he can Employ telepathy to make us saints Of...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | FR, KI, LO
On the Occasion of Edward II’s 700th Birthday—April 25,1984 On burning blue spring mornings such as this One, he would best have found his satisfactions In passionless ditch-digging with the bliss Of sun on neck and back,or, in actions Of sweat while making...
by phillipw | Dec 6, 2019 | FR
Hanging on the Cross “I have it on the highest authority that friendship is at least as great as heterosexual romantic love. ‘Greater love hath no man than this that he should lay down his life for his friends.’” ~ Phillip Whidden to Charles Randall Stanfield,...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
