by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | IC, ME
Life’s Memories are Iceberg-shaped ……………………………………..Wikipedia Our memories are iceberg shaped. We think The part above the waves is life, but, no, That’s just the ice...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | JA, ME
I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness. A...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | AE, AL, BU, FL, IN, LO, ME, NO
Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you. It looked like you, though. Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | Mc, ME
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | ME
As Barbed as Stars As barbed as stars in sharpness in the blacks Of wounded space our memories burn. No green Comes glinting from them. Flashbacks launch attacks In other colors, acrid, not serene. A razor red comes ripping through the dark, No telescopic...
by phillipw | Aug 8, 2019 | ME
The Little Eighth Grader Could not Dream of Massenet’s Tortured Flow of Music as Well as Did that Prostitute, Thaïs I started with my love in seventh grade. My teacher wanted me to learn the drums, But mother…sax. What put them in the shade Was silver sound. ...
