by phillipw | Mar 5, 2020 | IN, MA, MU
Progressive Mathematics as Stanzas When poetry was mathematics back In distant, ancient India, the lines Were full of meanings that our poems lack Today. With sinuousity of vines Instead of straight or angled equals marks And long equations on the smoothed out...
by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | IN, WE
A Trillion Gigabytes of Verity Tonight the news is worried that a search On Google hints that being gay is wrong— A sinful illness. The Web’s a broad church And if you key in “holocaust,” the strong Impression is that lots of people think That it’s a fiction, hoax,...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | IN, PO
Vermont and Quebec: Syrup Harvesting in the Spring Just how does poetry escape from men? It’s too simplistic if we say it thrums Out from the skull, though, yes, it is just when It’s rising that it coalesces, comes Out through the pregnant cracks in bone, Or maybe...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | IN, MO
Landing Stages for Angels and the Morning Star The morning glories, white or purple, bloom Upon the hedge as innocent as dawn The morning Eve was made. The sun their groom, They open, virgins all, their faces drawn To upward angles, wishing for the stir Of flying...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | IN, ME
The Internal Space Station You’ve seen those places advertising what They call “Self-storage” lockers. Well, I’ve had One over sixty years. It’s not a hut On our back green. It doesn’t have a pad- Lock, isn’t just a cubicle inside A...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | IN
Coming Down from Heaven Grand spaces are supposed to make us feel The world is wonderful, like symphonies Presume to capture skies and make us kneel Before the universe. Large symmetries, Like Khufu’s pyramid, or Newton’s squared Principia, or like the...
