by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | Ho
Affair The Paraclete fulfills all spaces, space, A flooding God, a tidal wave, a spate Of infinitely surging, soaking grace In every place susceptible to hate, Wherever gaps could harbor darkness, long As light-years, eons, or as small as quarks. There...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | Ho, TR
The Past Has Ceased: Hollywood vs. the Truth The past has ceased, unless the lens Of Hollywood decides to resurrect Some part of it, though even then the Whens And Wherefores are distorted, the correct Is sacrificed for thrills. Who cares about The facts when tears...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | Ho
Holiness As shallow as a country western score But only as broad as a hopscotch grid, Pete’s mind prepared him for nothing much more Than beating his wife and hitting his kid. Then Pete met Jesus one night in a tent Where people got sweaty and spoke in...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | Ho
Hellhounds, Starve Spread wide are gates, the wider gates of sky And God’s horizon. White divinity Spreads out through widest doors. A sideways eye Looks outwards, waxing to infinity. No bolts exist now. Everything is spread So far that clouds cannot imperil. ...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | Ho
φυσικά [Of Course] “Homosexuality in its highest sense is founded on intellectualism. It represents fundamentally an aesthetic conception of love. . .” ~ Wallace Fowlie, 1946 As rarefied as nearly empty space, The void between the planets and the stars, The...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | Ho, SI
The Torn Shirt Morning 0 Your stream of frank sincerity has talked Him out of love—of loving you, I mean— Attempts at sentiment too often blocked By honesty from you. The desperate, keen, Pathetic fire he fanned inside his heart Was doused and doused and doused...
