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...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | PH
What the Photographer Did Not See There is a certain irony within The carefully contrived composition. One face is part obscured; that bit of chin Is veiled from view. A blond apparition Of glossy hair obtrudes beneath the smile. Is that a prophecy? This partial...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | PH, WH
Span Span Span Span Span The earliest of colored pictures of Him shows him dressed in blue, but not a blue Of firmness, not a strong one. Pastel love Perhaps was its prediction. Pale is true, Though, also. Manliness is not required To be one hue. Maleness...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | EN, PH
Entropy Dreary A scattering of snowflakes, each a little dawn Of pattern frittering itself away Across the morning air, is scrawled and drawn By gravity—or some much darker sway In modern cosmological theory. The physicists love thinking of a force In...
