by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | RE, SE
Blood Vessels Filled with Something like Crucified Hydrogen The tree put up its barren limbs, the church Its barren cross, a duet set in gray— The branches notes, the cross a chord in search Of something certain; well, more certain, say, Than...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2019 | RE
The Far-Flung Flames on Atavistic Heights The far-flung flames on ancient altars still Arise in men’s imaginations. Though Those sacral altars have no priest to kill The lurching victim, minds can see the glow Of holy fires four thousand years now gone. The...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | LO, RE
Hollywood vs. Us It is as if the movies were more real Than our own lives and loves might ever be— Ever. It isn’t right if we don’t feel It cinematically, if we don’t see It fraught in DVDs. A passion known In Queens or Slough, a paltry murder in Some...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | CH, RE
Patisserie Christianity Patisserie-like Christianity Is what I love the most. Why bother with The rules and burdens, the inanity Of long traditions and the heavy myth When you can have incrusted beauty, not Incrusted doctrine? Start out with a blue Dome. ...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | RE
Obscured by Limbs and Leaves Obscured by limbs and leaves, the blue and gold Dome tries to show true meaning by the road, High up above the elevated cold M4. Gray asphalt paving is the code Of modern urban pathways. There’s no need For prophecies, or holy men...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | RE
Tahiti’s Ocean Undertow is Not Strong Enough Vision after the Sermon. Paul Gaugin. Wikipedia They come, these aching diamonds of pain And beauty. Those who search for them are bound For disappointment. Those who try to gain Them through a pilgrimage...
