by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | Uncategorized
Spit and Lyricism and Worse Our words should not be made of spit alone. Words want the wool and softness of the tongue, The way it twists into the danger zone Of love or tries to find its way among The higher thoughts of mind. Words also need The harder, sharper...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, Uncategorized
To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak. It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble. Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls. Occasionally Our history...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | Uncategorized
Pure Eve and the Serpent Not one of us is wholly human. So They say. They mean that we are part divine Or that we have angelic bits, or low Down stuff in us; we’re worse than stinking swine, Yak, yak, yak, blah, blah. Blindly this ignores The obvious truth. Of...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | Uncategorized
Therapy Two suffering invalids in separate beds, America and blenched Afghanistan, Both trying to recover from the Reds, Belong in different wards. A careful scan Of that horizon’s history reveals That one’s an ancient soldier made of...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | Uncategorized
Long Ago and Far Away Our humorist Nash nastily says that A friend in need, up close, looms darkly worse Than any distant enemy. A frat Friend at your mansion door makes you averse If he’s a bankrupt begging, wish he’d go Away and let you drink...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | AS, Uncategorized
The Earth and Her Moon Photographed From the Oval Orbit of Mercury They spin, the greater and the lesser one — Sweep through the black. Green and blue disappear, Reflecting only whiteness from the sun. They both seem honest, know no sin or fear....
