by phillipw | Jul 19, 2025 | FI, LU, MO, PH, WI
Credo Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We spit at heaven and the spit falls back And hits us in our eyes, though gobs of it Don’t blind us. Calicos inside a sack Will...
by phillipw | Jul 18, 2025 | MO, Uncategorized
T. S. Eliot Blows His Snoot into His Upper Crust Cambric Handkerchief and This Is High Culture The fake and unthought thought of High Brows, dead Undead the “thinking” of their mindless minds, Who “think” that prose tricked out can be a shred Of poetry—this proves...
by phillipw | May 12, 2025 | MO, PO, SU
Modernists and Surrealists and Postmodernists Ad Nauseam as Spoiled Brats Like Rimbaud Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “A desire for form and limit conquers us.” ~ Lorca, in “Oda a Salvador Dalí” The...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2025 | DE, GR, MO
Inappropriate Poison The oleanders blossom pinks and whites. Though grief does not have colors in its soul, It never turns to pink in satin rites Of death. The coffin wears a floral stole Of lavender , perhaps, though hardly pink, More priestly lavender. ...
by phillipw | Apr 6, 2025 | MO, SE, UN
The Tenor Finds His Love Dead in His Embrace Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Venice he has known gives only sighs, Sighs. Never mind the Bridge of Sighs, not quite Tears — they would be...
by phillipw | Mar 22, 2025 | EX, MO, TR
Those Who Speak Correctly Are Excommunicated Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The editors bring out the silence since They blow off beauty. And, yet, even worse They publish anti-beauty more like mince...
