by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AG, CH, DE, MO, ST
Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AR, MO, PA
Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest? Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas. Real Is boring. Ditch it. Art becomes mirage...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | DE, GR, MO
Another World Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem One world we know about remains unknown. It may be turgid blackness or it could Be wide with spilling light. Perhaps just bone With empty marrow...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | BI, KI, MO, MU
What Understanding Does: a Pair of Sonnets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Son of man, can these bones live?” ~ Ezekiel 37:3 When faith is in retreat, then scripture reads More beautifully,...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | HE, MO, ST
Unknown Words Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I have a stash of postcards that I got For sending to my mother. She had had A gruesome stroke and so had lost the lot Of all her language. Well, not...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | IS, MO, RE, SP
God Spoke Today I stumbled down the hill to buy some food For Prospero. He does not know that I Had been knocked flat by an extremely rude Disease. In fact he doesn’t know I buy His salmon flakes. He only knows that they Are spooned for him by me. Their...
