by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | LO, SO
Heavenly Messengers Come Down to the Cities of the Plain The possibility of knowing them Intrigued the men of Sodom. (Angels came To Sodom seldom.) Why did God condemn These citizens to rained-from-heaven flame And brimstone? Wouldn’t you have wanted to Acquaint...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | LO, ST
Limitless Response Death garners blankness, stores the space between The asteroids. Notwithstanding, Love breathes In all spaces, even those which green Has never dwelt in. Love inhales the wreaths Of galaxies and closer groupings of These glittering, fiery...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | LO
Romance Two roses, redder than the scarlet veins Of Venus, are arranged together in Straight lines. Their vase is vertical. Pains Are banished from them, just as sickly sin Is exiled from the Holy City. Men And women loving in such perfect pairs...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2020 | DO, LO
The Gemini Most loves are lost the moment they are born. Their DNA contains the genes to doom Devotion. Bonded chromosomes are torn, Though only slightly. They become love’s tomb As well, simultaneous the death and birth. Invisible, a corpse is there...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
[This one is written from the viewpoint of Verlaine. Rimbaud composed a prose poem that seems to be written in the voice of Verlaine thinking about Rimbaud, “He wants to live life as a sleepwalker” (Deliria I.) Here I have turned that prose poem on its...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
Uncertainty Leading to Certainty The London fog was lush, more lush than French Fogs anywhere, more plush than Paris fogs At least. It bordered on the louche, its stench A prophecy of LA’s stringent smogs. Verlaine remarked that London’s murk was worse, That...
