by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | LO
Kilimanjaro Obscured The drizzle came in stealth before midnight, Continued like the mind, fixated, of A leopard on a limb, flexing for flight Downward on its prey. This fate from above I met with tourist equanimity: The sleepy thought that comforted me was,...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | LO, TR
Manifold Some factor in the slope of hills precludes Predictability so that, as roads Send out their asphalt logic, each hill broods On engineered banality and loads Of scrap iron, fags, and ready-salted crisps, But holds its dignity above. The men Who...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | LO, RO
“Do We Really Need the Moon?” [The title of a programme about science on BBC 4 television] Our madnesses are necessary for Romance and yet they loom in us sometimes, A waxing that becomes too much—and more— A full moon magnified by mist and crimes Of one...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth. We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent. His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail an orange...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | FR, LO, RE
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man Endeavoring to walk the world, every part Of it, as...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Teresa Felt at the Time She Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
