by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | PO, TR
I Want to Go to Sleep, but Poems… I want to go to sleep, but poems keep On brushing with their wings against my eye. I want to take a fatal nap, but sleep Is flicked away by angel pinions high Above such cowardly retreat. Feather Upon feather brushes up against...
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2019 | TR
Once was Evil Enough The ancient tragedies of Athens played Upon that stage just once and then were rolled Around themselves in paper. They had made Impressions strong enough and so were scrolled Up, waiting … silently … for who knows what? For paper...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | TR
RachelROBERT The ancient myths about strange beasts composedOf body parts from different creatures fillSome need inside the psyche. Boys enclosedInside a female body ache untilThey realize the truth about their sex.The suffering starts as if it’s just a bruise.It’s...
