by phillipw | Jun 11, 2019 | CH, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield: In so Modest a Setting A giant diamond on a slender ring Of chrome is what he was. He showed the flash, Flash, flash of bevels, many, not like cheapo bling, But heaven’s light. The man was like a gash Through breathing in my weekday,...
by phillipw | Jun 3, 2019 | ST
From Moloch’s Lectionary Awakening in the middle of the night I find a message on my phone from you, An email forwarded, an email blight. It says that Matthew, flesh and bone from you, Was not worth making, that the life of him, Your semen and the DNA which made...
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | ST
Inhalers Created for Chuck one day before the anniversary of his birth. the girl who was no longer blind “When her doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw “the tree with the lights in it.” It was for this tree I...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2019 | ST
I Used to Think Unfailingly of Charles When I Passed that Tree I pass the giant redwood limbs each day Still. Something’s altered. It is not the tree. It’s more I don’t react to it. No sway Disturbs its dignity. A change in me Has made me stop remembering. ...
