by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
X-change of Gifts And what about the cards and poems, quotes, The flowers he sent to me? They don’t exist. I packaged all of them, his little notes, His trinkets that I’d kept like treasured cysts In my aorta, tiny souvenirs He’d handmade, made from...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO, SO
A Failure by Two Men Sharing the Writing, Back and Forth, of a Sonnet Sequence A sonnet sequence is by nature one- Sided, so far as history is concerned. So maybe it will be extremely un- Expected if I say why this one’s turned Out boringly to fit that mold. ...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
Day and Night When you were dead to me, the living turned To ghosts, became a bunch of gibbering sounds And movements day by day. The living churned Around me on the streets and on my rounds Of work and food, and even through my bed. But they were just pollution in...
by phillipw | Jul 28, 2019 | LO
Hotmail I still remember writing words of love On notes of vellum-colored paper, rich And stiff as passion, smoother than a glove Of silk so sleek it seemed no tidy stitch Was needed. (What has tidiness to do With steel desire?) I still recall the cards...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2019 | LO
Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day If I were dying, I would say to you, “My heart will soon be dead but what you need To know is that — no matter what — all through The cosmos one recurring, mystic creed Is whispered. It is far too mute to be...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2019 | LO
Delayed Delivery Consider then the time it takes for love To reach you. He composes poetry To post to you, a poetry above The usual expressions, burgundy In touching, whiter than a whisper from His soul, and sweeter than vanilla on Your tongue, desired...
