by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | MA, RE
Loving Freely If I misunderstand you, and if you Don’t understand me, then we are in love. At least that seems the only way for true Love’s husbandry in marriage. High above Mere passion is the need for mystery. A man whose partner has him figured out...
by phillipw | Mar 30, 2020 | EA, RE
Hollow Splendor The hollow Easter bunnies and hollow Metallic, glossy Easter eggs in foil Are brownly easy enough to swallow, Milk chocolate being what it is. Smooth voile On tongue, as light and pleasant to the taste, They seem to be denials of the thing...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | RE
Just A little girl just old enough to be Still in a pushchair reaches up and clings To father’s trousers pocket. It’s just that she Wants reassurance. Papa bends and sings A ditty, almost tuneless. That’s enough. Along the way a little boy desires...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | RE, RI
Our National Poet Living in London and then at 165 King’s Road, Reading? More nights in London than in Paris—and Rimbaud lived in Berkshire, too; in Reading 165 King’s Road, Reading, where Rimbaud lived and worked He wrote prose poems and free verse, not bland,...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | FO, RE
The Fox Last night the fox we feed in bowls behind Our house came just at twelve. His long, thick tail Was bushier than last time and defined By snow that had been falling in the veil Of winter for white hours. He took out His chunks of food and one...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2020 | RE
And Don’t Let Gilding Trick You The great ones come to us in rock: the law At Moses’ side, the wounds in marble, slight, White holes in marble in la Pietà Of Jesus and the Virgin, and that tight Black thing, the kaabaa. All of them, these three, This trinity of...
