by phillipw | Jun 16, 2024 | DE, IT, MA
Dementing Torture of Benign Drugs against Malignancy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His life came to its End. Smell of the medicine Departs chillingly....
by phillipw | Jun 11, 2024 | MA
More Fixedly than a Blueprint Promiscuous men believe that they are free. This freedom, though, is like a hurricane That cannot choose its path or its degree. This freedom weighs more like a ball and chain In some weird sadomasochistic game. Escape Is too...
by phillipw | Jun 11, 2024 | MA, WH
The Ambulance Waiting Out There . . . The smell of medicine remained once they Had told her tender lies and taken her outside. They gentled her and took her straight away To steps the ambulance gave as her guide. Before this they had told her it was just A visit to...
by phillipw | Jun 9, 2024 | CH, MA, ST
Where Love Is Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Men’s love is in their arteries and arms. It pulses through their bodies to the skin Of those men touch. Men’s love imposes harms Inside...
by phillipw | May 22, 2024 | FA, MA, OL, PU
He Had to Leave his Old Man’s Hot Water Bottle to Come Out to Work Today Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I do not know quite why, but I can tell The puppeteer I cannot see is old. Perhaps it is his...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2024 | CR, MA, ME, VI
Damned Quixote Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When William Blake went mad, it was his soul That drove him to it. It was far too straight, As straight as light, unerring in its goal When...
