by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | RO
There’s nothing like religion made of crass [Based on two items from yesterday’s news.] There’s nothing like religion made of crass Stupidity and ignorance, unless You add some mental illness to surpass The superstitious, ordinary mess. Now take for...
by phillipw | Jul 9, 2019 | RO
Roberto Coutiño Albores in Kensington Gardens His eyes are beautiful, the pupils brown With flecks of heaven’s upland meadows set Inside each circlet. They are heaven come To shine in quiet glory. Both are met With blindess: people passing them go blind, Like...
by phillipw | Jun 20, 2019 | RO
The Ultimate Chamber of Silent Adoration “When Robbie Ross died, […] he triumphed over both Bosie and Constance, by having his ashes interred in Oscar’s tomb.” ~ Jonathan Fryer, Andre & Oscar: Gide, Wilde and the Gay Art of Living, p. 238 If you have...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2019 | LO, RO, SE
Heavenly Bodies: We Made Night & Slept Separated After All The night we made was everything but dark. I put my surging galaxies inside You. Both of us thought twilight was too stark So we created moons — moons growing wide. A full moon that we made was not...
by phillipw | Mar 14, 2019 | RO
I re-arranged my china. England failed While I was doing that. The team was young As we’d been told ad nauseam. They paled To losers, though. I placed old cups among The others on a shelf as England’s team Lost. No, I wasn’t watching England’s game Against...
by phillipw | Aug 2, 2018 | A, CH, FR, GA, RO, UN
α — The first letter of the Greek alphabet “And all the sons of God shouted for joy” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The memory of you rinses even light. Though clouds today add gray to sky...
