by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | BE, JA, MA
Male Harmony Makes Heaven How holy is the true light when it falls Across his head, his polished golden strands Like golden angel hair. Their gloss recalls The Christmas trees of childhood as he stands There singing in the dark carved wood of choir And stalls among...
by phillipw | Sep 13, 2019 | CO, JA, MA
The Third Largest Personal Collection of Jazz Recordings in the world: He Kept it Clean No Liberace ever glittered here In Titusville. He never lost a ring Of amethysts and gold at Sand Point pier, Or platinum and diamond-bright bling At Little League in hell-fired...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | JA, ME
I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness. A...
by phillipw | Aug 15, 2019 | AP, JA
Hipsypile, Medea, and the Ascending Star Twice Apollonius compares the man, That hero, Jason, to a rising star, A strong one in the dawn or dark. Scan The lines: two women lusting for him are Not praised for stellar loveliness. At best Each comes presented as a...
