by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | AL, AL, ME, MI
Mists Does mist mean something in the mind? Besides The coming of dementia with its fog Of numb remembrance, Alzheimer’s knife slides Right through the brain. Schizophrenia’s Gog And Magog thrust an Armageddon in The very citadel of logic. Does...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | MI
All Depends on Angle That moment feared, when beauty’s going past, Winks out at her. Thin silver backing on The shallow glass predicts slow motion blast Of wrinkles and of sag. It shows the dawn Of desiccation and of droop. Her man (The darling) hasn’t...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | MI
Doucer “Celui qui n’a pas vécu au dix-huitième siècle avant la Révolution ne connaît pas la douceur de vivre”: (“Those who haven’t lived in the eighteenth century before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living”) Belle France has...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2019 | KI, MI
Lightest Dusky Orange, Pearly Grey, and Softest White; Her He Should Have Worshiped Poor little darling Minon got ahead In life by starting from behind. They dumped Her in the basement. She hunted bread To keep from death. From that bad start she jumped To...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | CR, MI
Golden Miami Viewed at Night from the International Space Station Before Jehovah’s breath commanded light, The dark ruled absolute in every place Except where God enjoyed his perfect might, Perhaps. There was no nighttime there. God’s face Was altogether...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | MI
A Diminished Thing The ruin of a stylish building, he Presides now over that dull avenue Late Middle Age. Not near senility, This man’s poetic as Kalamazoo, Yet once he was a skyscraper with black Curls. They are going thin and turning gray. His massive...
