by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | LO
On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tideOn gentle coasts but feels as urgent asThe tidal bore up Severn. Hope had diedUntil you spoke and now I feel like jazzIs jiving in my bones. The slowness cameBecause my heart was made of numbness, soMy blood required...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2019 | LO, RO, SE
Heavenly Bodies: We Made Night & Slept Separated After All The night we made was everything but dark. I put my surging galaxies inside You. Both of us thought twilight was too stark So we created moons — moons growing wide. A full moon that we made was not...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | DE, LO
The Island of the Dead I sail to see the island of the dead. A stillness emanates from it across Its mist of waves. This quietude is spread...
