by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LU
Beyond Calton Road: Architecture and Love The handsome streeets of Glasgow hide themselves Lest some conspiracy of tastelessness Combined with so-called progress pries and delves With jackhammers and bulldozers to mess Up...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, LU
Words without Song: a Sonnet Is love a spate of rhyming in the veins? Or is it even less, a bit of plot (inside a thousand paperbacks) like stains across their pages? Is it merely hot concessions to the urgent skin of lust? Are fornication and adultery love’s...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2019 | LU
Extreme Unction The thing you had for him was somewhere in Between the condemnation of the prudes And attitudes of libertines, not sin Yet not just sentimental pink or moods Of valentines and lilies. Far above, Beyond these two extremes it wasn’t more Than...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2019 | LU
There’s someone deep inside me who is me, The “me” who is my soul—or whatever— Since I’m an unbeliever. It’s the key, Though, something that no surgeon can sever, Not even hifalutin’ blade-like shrinks. He’s actually a person. If you scan Me with precision...
