by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | JA, MA
Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots However forgettable you find your voice to be, you hover on the surface of the sun. ~ Jaime Mathis … Like Emily you let the others tell Your hymn-like verses’ quality and state. You wait for others’ to...
by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | MA
Anger I hear a voice, a male one, coming through The trees. Excited like a trumpet but A deeper tone, its beauty like a blue And gold cock pheasant with a macho strut, The noise brings fierceness to my ears. I lean Towards it hoping I will hear its...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | HA, LO, MA, PA
Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth The thought of love as a manicured lawn Is more a maniac’s idea than real. This explicates why marriage rules are drawn Up mincingly by gods and men who feel That actualities must be ignored. These legislators manicure the turf And tamp...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | FR, LO, MA
Amor in Layered Ice “Every gathering is another heat wave against our foolhardy snow angels.” ~ Jaime Mathis The heart is an Antarctica despite The myths. Romance in glaciers and rocks Beneath them and in icebergs’ broken...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2020 | MA
Long and Longing: an Indian Reader in Rare Books and Music His eyebrow cuts a cruel line—that left One—sinister like Satan’s as he fell, Or more like Lucifer’s, since he (with heft Of heavenly beauty in his tilt to Hell) Most certainly could not have realized That...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CO, ER, MA, PE
[This poem may cause some offence in some readers. If you think you may be offended, please do not read it.] Homo Erectus What stimulus is needed in a man To search for what Christ really wants of him? He knows already what his pulsing span Requires. Inside...
