by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Sheer as an Anchorite Sacred to St. Bartholomew He came, a supplicant. His votive flame Was love. He held it up above the black Of curls he worshiped. Purity, not shame, Is what he had to proffer, nothing slack Or stained, because the black was utter. Up He...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST, TR
Lament for a Tree Surgeon .. I dip my heart in elegy and write, A pen held firmly by the hand of grief. Encyclopedic is the size and height Of this my undertaking. Turn a leaf Of it forever and my sorrow will Have just begun. A hundred trillion trees Can fall to...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, ST
Blood’s Bitonality I know that you are heartbeats at my core But more than that my feelings are impure. Are you the syncopation in the score My veins are writing, or are you the cure For music’s failure? Are you maybe meant As perfect rhythm and this harmony...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | ST
Broadmindness Touching Electric Fences He thought himself a mystic, though I don’t Believe he knew strict meanings for that word. He had these fuzzy notions: he was wont To stretch and blend. His holiness was blurred. B’hai was far too cut and dried for...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | CH, ST
An Agonizing Therapy Your death hurts just a little now, a jot Among the tittles in the books That fill the British Library and not Enough for life to notice in the nooks And crannies of the outward blasting bang That science tells us is our space. Your end Came...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | CH, ST
Dessication: A Final Farewell I spoke your name this morning, but the air Remained unmoved despite the fact my head Was lying just above your lock of hair. I spoke your name last night while on my bed Where just beneath my pillow I have stored The...
