by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | DE, MO, ST
How to Paint at Midnight in the Chest and Torso When my internal organs conjure you, They call the lake of lakes to be the greens You caused, and seas of oceans for the blue My memories use to paint rib walls with scenes. And these are just the bordering waters...
by phillipw | Oct 8, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
The Vivid Building Charles Never Saw The church that had a meaning now is lost In death. That strongly blue and gold-starred dome, Elaborately slated and gold-crossed, Says nothing about my man’s final home, His ashes in a garden dug in north...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | PA, ST
What’s the Good of Good? “Stylops parasitize divers other insects such as leaf hoppers, ants, bees, and wasps. The female spend her entire life inside the body of her host, with only the tip of her bean- shaped body protruding. She is a formless lump, having...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, ST
The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, CR, MA, ST
He Never Came to Travel in the Coach Past Regal Fields with Me ‘A chain was provided to bind him to the stake, and after it had tightly encircled him, fire was put to the fuel, and the flames began soon to ascend. Then were the glorious sentiments of the martyr made...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CH, LO, MO, ST
The Lock of Hair Under my Pillow: The owl-land of dreams is your new kingdom Perhaps around the borderland of dreams Is where you are now. Painful daydreams rise Inside me when a lovely memory streams From pasts that you can never touch. Your eyes Are blanker...
