by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | JU, MA, ME, SA, VE
Rock and Gas Giants Five planets rise to shine in white and red Above. The springtime sky becomes divine. They all are gods, though one of them is dead, Slaughtered by his son. Night-sky gods align Themselves with nothing. Is this an omen? Astrologers...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | FU, OL, SA, SI
Olimpio Fusco ~ Olimpio Fusco by John Singer Sargent An agony of beauty is this head, His hair, his throat. The shadowed neck alone Is hurtful to the heart. This thoroughbred Has hardly grown his Adam’s apple. Shone In their perfection are the...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | LO, SA
Dessicated Wounds Our ancient poets often whisper in Slivers only, as dumb as crescent moons, But then are hardly mute. The centuries’ sin Is degradation of their voices. Dunes Against destruction have been washed across The manuscripts and yet now only glints And...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | SA, ST
Charleville and Assisi Jeune Rimbaud was the Francis of strict art, Taboo creations. For his writing, he Abandoned all, himself as well, to start “wallowing in vice,” willing to be free Of what was known. He’d grasp the disorders That he’d compel among his...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | SA, WI
The Savagery of Human Hearts The savagery of human hearts is best When violence is banned. The pressure swells As in an autoclave when love is pressed. A pressure cooker squeezes charging cells Erupting from the vessels in our chests. Erythrocytes and leukocytes,...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | SA
“The Morning Stars Sang Together” The greens of jade absorb the red of blood, Take in the blot of death. In hungry veins Jiang Qing sucked in a flow, a youthful flood Of soldiers’ young transfusions. Screaming stains Ran down stacked altars from...
