by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | RA
Sin Is Not Thinking If Eve had only thought about the text Surrounding her and meditated on The clear instructions given her, the hexed Catastrophe would not have gone To her destruction. All around her grew The scent of beauty. She saw all the hints Perfection...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | RA
Emptiness The streets are empty in the morning when The norm is bustling crowds. No one insists On hogging pavement space. The Muslim pen Has seen its gates all closed with Koran fists. There’s no one up, around. Not even school Kids drag their feet along. ...
