by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | RO
The Closed Eyes Have It The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison without hiss, A serpent trying punctures barring sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Coiled round an evergreen, behind a rock,...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | RO
Determined Pastel A lavender construction, softly strong When fresh, is held in place now by a vase Of shaft-like shape which makes the short life long — Or stretches it at least. This is because A terror known as death is creeping from Within the rose and so it...
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...
