by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | RE
Library Dukedom “library/Was dukedom large enough” ~ Prospero Who needs to be a prince or King of kings? A library’s dukedom is large enough. A single folio transports on wings Of mind: within one moment we can slough Off heavy circumstance and...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | RE
Trinities The Christ is loved the way a world is loved. His crucifixion fires up God’s high seat; We have to handle Him, asbestos-gloved, Where Moses’ beard cascades to nail-pierced feet. There mercy lights it, through them, from...
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. ...
