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...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | Ho
Hillside Horse Sense These horses wear their blankets in the chill Of April air, cloth ugliness devised To keep them warm but also making ill A lovely scene. Though practicallyadvised, From sloping beauty’s point of view There on the gentle field of freshest...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | Ho
Six-legged Mammon The bee’s bright trove refracts, hones no rainbow. Midas’s cup is not a prism. Only one Greedy color comes from it. Strain, stain, glow– Wealth. That’s it. Maybe momentary fun Shines out, but mostly it’s just...
