by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | ST, TO
Curly-headed One ………………………………… Saints in Heaven in Torcello How beautiful they are, the robes upon...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | CA, KE, ST
Keats Walked Here The mountainside outshines the twilight force Above the highway and its cars. Their glass And chrome presumably reflect the gorse, Dark green and yellow, from the mountain pass Back up, but weakly; colored echoes are Too feeble. Bog plants made...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | CH, LO, ST
Print Before Reading I want your hands to hold my written words, Your hovering fingers to caress them, your Fingertips to touch these lines like a bird’s— A hummingbird’s—wing wafts the air, the pure And cool breeze fanned above the nectar. I Want your...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | BR, KE, ST
So Keats was Wrong So Keats was wrong: a star is not so firm Or steadfast as a lover’s sonnet yearns For it to be. In fact, his urgent sperm Was probably more loyal and his tears For Fanny Brawne more strident than two bright, Twin stars. Besides, some stars...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | ST, UN
Straight The look on my young face did not make you Unbutton shirt or heart. N o whisper came From you, not even once, though once we two Kissed. Kissing only made a distant frame Around your ...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | AS, ST
The Life of Stars Stars lives are always long, slow deaths. They die And live by burning. Furnace-like, their cores Consist of catastrophic heat. They fry The elements just like inquisitions Turned crazies into saints. Crushed hydrogen Produces helium. ...
