by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | MO, Uncategorized
….A Planet with a Blue Star for its Sun I should have brought blue roses for the man, Pale blue, dark blue or coloured like the sky. His grief is like the darkest navy span Of uniforms that sailors who comply With grave formality must wear. Instead I...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, DE, LO, MO, ST
My Menu in Hades My life is bitter now or it has lost Its flavour, maybe both, because it seems To be a sour fruit that’s sliced and tossed Away. It falls upon a pile of dreams I used to have (or maybe I just guessed Those dreams existed). It’s so hard to prove...
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...
