by phillipw | Apr 11, 2020 | EN, SE
Fade We try to make our mark and leave a scar Or stain the color of a would-be ghost. We leave a remnant like a moon or a star In galaxies spluttered, their only boast Smooth blackness stretched. We are the light of moons Forgotten, or of stars...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
Like Casanova and St. Francis of Assisi His attitude to love is like a sore He dressed in velvet. He endures the stain Because he likes its dirtiness. What’s more, He thinks that love should leave a softened pain. He nurtures loves, so called, as if he were A...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
The Virus: Innoculation against Sentimentality The best fact of romance is that it cures You of romance. You fall in love with man Or woman, girl or boy, and that secures Protection from this illness. That will ban It from your later years. It’s best in youth,...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | CO, GE, SE
Sacred Barrel, Sacred Target, Sacred Ammo He lines it up. It’s softness has gone hard And it at least knows perfectly its need. It’s like an aching, pulsing, fevered shard That’s full of its intelligence and greed. It knows one thing, and that’s enough. That’s all...
by phillipw | Mar 26, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
Why It Is Not Good to be a Small Brown Butterfly A found poem from The Physiology of Love by Paolo Mantegazza and the book The Natural History of Love by Morton Hunt Caressing fondly with their wings, they reach The wing of one the other in a kiss. The silk and velvet...
by phillipw | Mar 19, 2020 | DE, FA, MO, NI, SE
Selenicereus Grandiflorus I planted night-blooming, LARGE white blossomed cacti in my white garden in Kenya overlooking the Great Rift Valley. They were planted so they could climb into trees at the edge of my Moon Garden–and the edge...
