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...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | FR
Easy Does It Sometimes the definitions seem less grand. D. H. Lawrence remarks, “I like him. What Else is there?” Friendship’s not a big demand. It doesn’t have to be a great big strut Of pledges, principles, philosophy; It’s more,...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | FR
Carl Through forests that had died the rivers run Again, reviving what had ceased to be, And there the darkness dried up in the sun, Reveals now in each resurrected tree A beauty known to hunters in the dawn. Eternity rose up through morning light, Incarnate in a...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | FR, LO, Uncategorized
Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off. Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness. That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a blank...
