by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | DE, LU, MO
Fixed among the Embers I have this widowed sense about my life, A lack of presence so profound that love Is alien. I’m like a sloughed off wife Or prayerful addict now divested of My sacred drug. The sense is I have lost A major universal law surrounding me, That...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | AC, FR, MO
Achilles Named Prophetically One writer has proposed his name must mean The “lipless” one. How strange. Or is that weird? Despite Homeric speeches there’s not been A record of his words. His nascent beard Is what we can infer beneath his nose. The rest is...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | MO
.. The Heavy Truth: Monolithic Mohammad Mohammad is impiety made flesh. He dares to say he worships the same God As Jews and Christians–but rejects the mesh Of other Holy Scriptures and assumes they’re flawed. He overrides their teachings and their words...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | DE, MO, ST
How to Paint at Midnight in the Chest and Torso When my internal organs conjure you, They call the lake of lakes to be the greens You caused, and seas of oceans for the blue My memories use to paint rib walls with scenes. And these are just the bordering waters...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CH, LO, MO, ST
The Lock of Hair Under my Pillow: The owl-land of dreams is your new kingdom Perhaps around the borderland of dreams Is where you are now. Painful daydreams rise Inside me when a lovely memory streams From pasts that you can never touch. Your eyes Are blanker...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | MO
Mother and Father in Death He dreamed about his mother and reached out To touch her, but his hand came up against A marble wall of blackness. In a pout She lingered in her death, her love condensed In all the darker harms she did to him. Her silent song behind that...
