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...
by phillipw | Jun 25, 2019 | MO
Across the Breadth and Height Across the breadth and height of England spread Out harshly on their slabs beneath lead paned Glass, death, and honor men lie, each with head Of stone or metal, memory sustained Just barely in a chapel or a church, Cathedrals often....
by phillipw | May 29, 2019 | MO
Marilyn The radio announced that she was dead As flatly as a Stock Exchange report. My heart turned satin and began to shred And leaked out doom and beauty. In the court Of Heaven Gabriel reached up to wipe God’s eye and Jesus hid his face behind The bloodied robe of...
