by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | ME
Mansuetude Attentive as the movelessness of dusk, The immobililty of midnight on A temple pond, as still as silk-caught musk Inside a drawer of sandalwood at dawn, She waited. She expected on her knees Some sight of Him, some smell, a holy tone— Perhaps a...
by phillipw | Dec 6, 2019 | MA, ME
The Brightest Branch The brightest branch, or flower, or limb still casts A shadow. If that limb, an arm or thigh, Is masculine, the thickened shadow will Be darker, wider yet. It might be sly But brutal is more likely. Brutal power Is one consideration in...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE, ME
Imagine a Serenade when the Mind is in a Slump Depression in the form of vertigo Is sickness, mental illness in the shape Of sucking whirlpools. It comes in tow With apathy like quicksand. It’s not rape Quite, unwanted, in slow motion. The suffocation is a prison...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | ME, WH
The Windows The windows, shining in an afternoon Long lost, a light of long lost boyhood day, Let in enough of childhood sun to spoon Some beams of beauty for the lad. The stray Shafts through abandoned panes were just enough. His eye fell on the toy...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | ME
My Silences Concealed in Mental Rays My secret reveries are best, those dreams I keep in skull and spirit. In my head Is where they spawn themselves as laser beams That ricochet around my brain instead Of gossiping around the world. They flash A moment and...
