by phillipw | Apr 15, 2023 | Uncategorized
In His Youth his Mother and Father had to Hire a Top-notch Courtesan to Teach Him about Loving Women since He was Obsessed with Other Stuff Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Long, long ago the ancient...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2023 | Uncategorized
Surrounded by the Wasteland, in this Instance Sleep He sleeps alone. We always sleep alone— All humans sleep inside their nightmares, dreams And souls. Our separate spirits sleep and moan Like Caesar feeling Macedon’s regimes Extended far beyond this Roman’s tiny...
by phillipw | Apr 10, 2023 | Uncategorized
A White Magic Spell If voiceless, herons Would be near non-existence In this morning’s snow. ~ Chiyo (Englished by Phillip Whidden) This morning on the snow of mountain, field And path, no creature stirs, no see-through breeze Moves here among...
by phillipw | Jan 31, 2023 | Uncategorized
Haze, or, Instead, Celestial Incense Clouds in the New Jerusalem The smell of new mown grass is not a patch On new mown hayfields. Beautiful perfume Is not just beautiful perfume. No match For Shalimar the newer scents presume That they compete. That N° 5 (Chanel)...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2023 | BR, CO, DO, Uncategorized
Bree and Dawn The nine year old boy, Curving butterflies zig zag Before and behind. ~ Phillip Whidden The only perfect human beings are . . . Our nine-year olds. They’ve learned the sweetness we Had longed...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2023 | CL, JO, Uncategorized
Can Freedom Be a Creed? So…never mind twinned paradox (yet not Just two-word oxymoron). “Freedom ruled,” Is what the English peasant poet taught. This writer did not need his knowledge schooled. John Clare, he should have been called Clear. ...
