by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | HE, SO
Facebook, SnapChat, and the Death of the Gods Despite his lovely ankles with their wings And all his manliness of shape in youth, Immortal youth, a terrible fact sings Across the myth of Hermes. Here is truth: He’s dead now. Pan was killed at Jesus’s birth...
by phillipw | Feb 16, 2020 | HE
Craving As complicated as arrangements for A funeral, desire is often not Observed impassively by victims. Sore And broken ribs are known by the distraught Too thoroughly. Though doctors can perceive The cracks by using X-rays, keenest pain Eludes...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | HE, WH
Strokes My mother is an oval brooch now. She Is carved from colors like those pralines made Of deep brown sugar and pecans. We see Her head, the blonder layer in the shade Of beeswax in the silhouette above The darker ground behind her profile...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | GR, HE
[I suggest you read the title and then skip the bible verses and read just the sonnet below them. Then read the bible verses and re-read the poem.] Wound The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood ~ Joel 2:31...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | HE, ME, PH, WH
Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose Today I chew the peanut butter, sweet Grape jelly, white bread sandwich which she made For me those sixty years ago. I eat Not just a memory refusing to fade But actually the groundnut spread and dark Fruit layer in between the...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | HE
Tried by Fire “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats A truth that forms outside pure beauty fails. No matter who propounds a thought, or what Cathedra it...
