by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO, RO
Parting Your hair disturbs my heart, distressing me As much as ritual words a demon. Light Beatifies the strands and makes the sea In sunshine vague banality. The sight Of sea waves seems mere repetitious fact. Your hair recalls the hours of childhood...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO
Revelation No Scripture has authority like light On hair. Religion is an effigy Of burning love. Compared with you last night, Asleep in my embrace, philosophy Is just insomnia—and God a dream Contrasted with the memory of your lips Against my...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | LO, ST
All the Joy that was Mine A part of me (my soul? my heart?) unfurls As if it were a rainbow sent out through A flame, or, opened, by his head of curls, A fan of ivory and silk, gems (blue, Set sapphires, topaz, opals) spreads new life Throughout expanding ribcage here...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | LO, RE
Hollywood vs. Us It is as if the movies were more real Than our own lives and loves might ever be— Ever. It isn’t right if we don’t feel It cinematically, if we don’t see It fraught in DVDs. A passion known In Queens or Slough, a paltry murder in Some...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | LO
Two Emperors in One We gave each other new identities As ghosts might when transfused with lovers’ blood. Where once we had been rootless, leafless trees, Limbs bloom. Red cherry comes from urgent bud. Where once we looked out from two far extremes, With...
