by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | LO, ST
All the Joy that was Mine A part of me (my soul? my heart?) unfurls As if it were a rainbow sent out through A flame, or, opened, by his head of curls, A fan of ivory and silk, gems (blue, Set sapphires, topaz, opals) spreads new life Throughout expanding ribcage here...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CH, CO, ST
Lost and Found in Whiteness The man gets up and walks away. He heads Away from all the rubble he has wreaked In hearts, inside his son, and in those beds Where he has rutted. His heart and soul have leaked Away their power through holes the tourniquet Required when...
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2019 | ST
The Word Lost Far Inside a brain the word lost far is pale, As pale as Arctic twilights long gone, past Remembrance, past a blizzard’s long lost veil, But paleness does not mean there is no vast Sensation, pain that mimics numbness. No, The polar opposite...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
The Missed Lightning Rod I used to look up at that redwood tree Each time I passed it and it made me think Of you. It loomed there like a tall decree That I remember Charles, a giant link Between us two. I never crossed the road To smell it or to feel its...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
Love. Love? …………………………..“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds” My grief for you began before God killed You, long before you died. I grieved for you When you went off...
