by phillipw | Feb 4, 2020 | PH, PL
Plato’s Path to Enlightenment Serene Ideas are the Truth beyond The things our senses show to us. What we see And smell and taste and touch and hear are fond Impressions but are not the Truth. To free Ourselves from mere impressions, we must break Away, dismissing...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | PH, WH
His Hair [The infant Phillip sleeping under a Florida fan] The air blows just above his brow. Hair lifts And falls like thought inside an angel’s brain While drowsing. Curls like these are gentle gifts From heaven. Silks like these can know no...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | PH
In Some Real Sense In some real sense our childhoods are replaced By photos. Here I sit with pale hair so Blond that it erases me. I’m traced In memory now because of flashbulb blow And not because synapses in my brain Remember me, that little, nearly...
by phillipw | Jan 5, 2020 | PH
…..They’re Everywhere They’re everywhere: in front of holy sites Like altars in cathedrals, or in front Of foreign monuments, the flashing lights Of Nikons, especially an affront When notices in several tongues fixed on The wall forbid the use of...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2020 | PH
A Man’s Sweat Dream I woke up from a dream in which the head Of Philip, King of Macedons, sat on My shoulders, nightmare tousled sheets and bed Infused with sweat, the sweat of horses drawn Into the mattress with his royal stench. He didn’t want to leave...
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2019 | PH
Why Have Words? Why have words when what we need to say can Be spoken by a groan? The crucial things Are best expressed by moans. Let’s pass a ban On verbs and nouns. It’s wailing that has wings. The ululation of an agony Is eerier than threnodies with...
