by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | AU, FR
How Green the Autumn Is How green the autumn is… true, oranges, reds, High yellows do their shouting thing; the greens Just hum along, as if on calming meds. Photographers scout round for fevered scenes To print with glossy flair. The subtleties Of varied shades of...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Five Friendship Sonnets Best at a Distance Some say that friendship’s realm is nowhere but Nostalgia. Love of man for man exists In regions where the friend is absent, shut Out, exiled, say, or better dead, subsists On mourning, loss,...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
October Heights For Carl The autumn sweeps across Vermont again As flame-shaped hills define the distant days. Once more I live in exile–and the pain Of frosted air and leaves and dawns of haze Creates the landscape of my memories. There will not be another...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Prezioso The pain of losing you began to swell Like hints of seismic tremors underground; Like healthy lungs starting to . . . feel unwell . . . To send some unknown poisons all around A heart that hurts before the wound is dealt. Inside the chest a...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Twin Stars What must it be to be remembered for One thing, especially if that is as The friend of someone famous? What a bore To be of finest beauty (all that jazz) But end up just a slur in river mud, Antinoüs the god, yet only in The hollow heart of Hadrian? Why...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Sonnet about Friendship But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in...
