by phillipw | Jun 4, 2020 | AG, DI, GR, SA, SO
The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows. No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...
by phillipw | May 22, 2020 | BL, EN, GR, PE, PO, SC, SH, TE, WI
Poets Are the Legislators of the Scientific World In 2011 I was reading a biography of John Keats. In the introduction Lord Byron is quoted as saying that Keats "belonged to that second-hand school of poetry" because he got his inspiration from...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | FO, GR, IM, MO, SE
Vacuum Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness. Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | EF, GR, ME, TO
Across the Breadth and Height Across the breadth and height of England spread Out harshly on their slabs beneath the stained Glass, death, and honor men lie, with a head Of stone or metal, memory sustained Just barely in a chapel or a church, Cathedrals...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | CH, GI, GR, ST
I Used to Think Unfailingly of Charles When I Passed that Tree Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I pass the giant redwood limbs each day Still. Something’s altered. It is not the tree. It’s more I don’t...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | GR, KA
Sundown over Lake Baringo: A Birthday Sonnet The sun sank down through alcoholic drink. We talked as those high on chilled white wine tend To do. Her warmth, though, wasn’t just a pink Of bubbly (or twilight Pimm’s), but a blend Of purest, dulcet...
