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...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | HE
The Long Reckoning Will there be thinking after Jesus comes Again? I mean, just what will be the use? I reckon what we’ll have is lots of thumbs Atwiddling. There’ll only be the abstruse To ponder, as in how the abstract love Of God, as spiritual as it has to...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | HE
The Chambered Hermit Crab My heart is like a hermit crab. It drags Itself around the graveyard ocean floor And looks for justice, love, and mercy, snags Abandoned shells—and settles for Protection. Pulling vunlerable parts Inside an empty sepulcher of lime, The...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | HE
Heart Wounds The lizard leaves its tail trapped in the cat’s Teeth, flopping against a puzzled whisker. The green chameleon starts a new length. That’s That. The starfish posture is much brisker: It can build back even one whole star flare. If...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | HE
A Reader Studying Ancient Law A bit too handsome, yes, but in a square Way, like Clark Kent , you know? He even sports The horn-rimmed glasses and the thick dark hair, But something’s not quite right with his nose. Warts? No! Not that bad, more like an onion’s...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | AD, CH, CL, GI, HE, KI, TE
….. Pubescent Vector Tom’s shoulders—knots of boyishness—were tied By Jahweh when in Baden-Powell mood But move in that white shirt where they must hide (Required by dress-code rule, to make Tom good), So they remain as veiled, as chaste, and...
