by phillipw | Sep 12, 2019 | SO
Preserved Passionate Regret in Zoar: Eve Purified How beautiful the angels are is shown By Lot’s wife. She had reached the safety of The town of Zoar. Angels then had flown Away to angel places, realms of love, When God rained down the brimstone, fire, and death...
by phillipw | Sep 11, 2019 | SO
Anticipation of the Angels Anticipation of the angels in Our lives is like transparent gold. We seek The glow of beauty and the flame of sin With them, a flame as powerful and weak As that from candles. We desire yellow Heat beaming from angelic shapes, but blue...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2019 | SO
Consoling Thought Forget the soul. Inhabitants of you And me are actually our blood and bones, The bones that make our blood and strength, the true Red blood that bathes our brains and carries moans From it to lung and throat. Our hidden parts Are our essential...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | SO
It’s Good We Have No Soul Inside Us It’s good we have no soul inside us. What A crowd there’d be if it were otherwise. Each capillary has a megawatt Of passion in its tiny tunnel. Cries Of pumping silence pulse along our veins– And arteries...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO, SO
A Failure by Two Men Sharing the Writing, Back and Forth, of a Sonnet Sequence A sonnet sequence is by nature one- Sided, so far as history is concerned. So maybe it will be extremely un- Expected if I say why this one’s turned Out boringly to fit that mold. ...
by phillipw | Jul 8, 2019 | SO
Heavenly Messengers Come Down to the Cities of the Plain The possibility of knowing them Intrigued the men of Sodom. (Angels came To Sodom seldom.) Why did God condemn These citizens to rained-from-heaven flame And brimstone? Wouldn’t you have wanted...
