by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | FR, LO, MA
Amor in Layered Ice “Every gathering is another heat wave against our foolhardy snow angels.” ~ Jaime Mathis The heart is an Antarctica despite The myths. Romance in glaciers and rocks Beneath them and in icebergs’ broken...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | LO, RI, RO, VE
Pleasure, Prussian Pain: Verlaine Remembers Arthur’s Eyes Your eyes went blue in through my heart, straight through The blue that was my heart and bored through night, Straight through my night and out into a new Blue dawn, a morn so full of blue and might That...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | LO, RI, RO, VE
Verlaine Conducts the Tribunal: Rimbaud’s Eyes I try to fathom why he has that haze In fluorite eyes. No one can tell. I’ve asked His friends about that gaze. They all go blank. Not one of them when tasked To give interpretation of his black And...
by phillipw | Feb 13, 2020 | LO, RO
My Third Grade Teacher Taught that Blue & Brown Don’t Go Together Well I would make blue orbs to look at you, Blue orbs of crystal or of clearer cool. My own blue fronted orbs, each iris blue For looking for perfection, for the jewel Perfection of your browner...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | AS, BI, LO, RO, ST, TW
SR PW Two stars that give off light unlike the light Of other stars, so different from their rays That creatures on far distant planets, bright As it might be, cannot hope to see our blaze, We circle in our gravity around Each other, close, so close...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CH, DE, LO, ST
I Spend my Nights Composing Sonnets for The Dead: Charles Randall Stanfield I spend my nights composing sonnets for The dead. The great majority of these I never knew because they number more Than friends and relatives I try to seize In poetry. I write of Talleyrand...
