by phillipw | Nov 19, 2019 | FR
In Chains and Shackles of the Presumptions of Free Verse The poets who disdain tradition’s forms, Reject the sonnet and the villanelle, Prefer arthritic shapes like tortured corms Or stringy roots that grow from mocking hell To desecrate pure pages with crabbed...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | FR, KU
You know the sort. They’re usually called Fair weather friends. They’re righteous and they’re good And generous even—if things don’t get balled Up. Each one stores his satin, high-peaked hood Beneath his folded underpants. They give Right...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | FR
Moveless Blizzard A milder form of beauty is the frost. A snowy landscape is dramatic, stark, And harshly lovely, like bitterness lost In sweetest white, all edged in green and stark Irruptions in the fields or on the hills. But frost makes greens pastel, or...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | FR, LO, RE
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man Endeavoring to walk the world, every part Of it, as...
by phillipw | Oct 19, 2019 | FR, Uncategorized
Loss of Lover A tragedy that might have been imposed On me would be if I were born to speak In French. In that case I would be exposed To meanings and I’d hear how bland and weak Its words are. That would be disaster of The first degree for then I’d have...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | FR, ST
Tutti Do not just speak. Be what you want to say. Make living out your life your message as You sing along with others. Every day Is meant to be a holy one that’s made of jazz And other happy tunes or sad ones when That inspiration comes. Keep ear...
