by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Complete Mystery of Life 0 “Nature, red in tooth and claw” — Alfred, Lord Tennyson 0 Can it be possible to tell the truth? We doubt it, if we’ve ever known its height, And depths, and breadth. It isn’t in the booth We call religion,...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Not Listening 0 When broken trunks crack open and fall down Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown? Is suffering deafened, none of your affair? Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise, No broken tree, no...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | LO
A River Bends Beneath: Cliff Dwellers Canyon, Unsplash.com Harsh days stretch out like winds that scour a flat Terrain, a bald plateau that knows relief From endless sameness only by a grief Which opens like so many canyons, bat-...
by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | HE, HY, LO
Heracles, Hero of Hardness and of Pumping Power Theocritus of Syracuse, Idyll XIII As far as Hylas was concerned, not just The heart of Heracles was bronze. That part The boy controlled because heroic lust Took over certainly was not the heart Of...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO
Sandscape Where once you stirred beside me in our bed (Your passion sleeping like a rattlesnake Engorged with flesh), a brittle skin is shed And shines. You sloughed off love as the mistake. Where once a morning light revealed your head Asleep like...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, LU, PA, RO, SE
The Memory of Your Mouth The memory of your mouth still makes a wound Where lips now hollow once were crushed with lust. Your tongue and teeth that savaged like a hound Have left a scar-like gap and taste of rust Where feral kisses set their mark and had Their...
