by phillipw | Mar 15, 2025 | Uncategorized
Performance as Sacred Solitude; Bach’s “God’s Time is Best” on the Sabbath in the Village Church, So. Lancaster, Massachusetts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Performing music is a private thing. An...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2025 | AB, GA, RO, Uncategorized, YA
In Romeo’s Ghost’s Clutch I slept in you without your knowledge. You Were sleeping in my arms and I slept in Your brain and yet because my eyes are blue Your mind did not hold on to me. No sin Arose, at least not in your sleeping soul. I cannot promise...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Anathemas Are Never Pronounced Against Mount Sinai Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Those things that cannot bring themselves to move Are what the prophets tend in silence. Stones Are what the prophecies...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Heavenly Spheres of Orange Groves In my father’s house are many mansions If I could hold your hot heart in my heart, Then heaven would heal. That paradise would be A paradise that God alone might chart If he were everywhere. That God could be Surveyor of the citrus...
by phillipw | Mar 6, 2025 | Uncategorized
Unruly in a Village Cemetery They did not dream it when alive, yet ghosts Are happy when they find a way to cause Disruption as in polar bear cracked coasts, Antarctic shores — or like Antarctic claws From killers, icebergs floating toward the fate Of...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
My Sonnet Wants to Be on Vellum Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I know it’s nigh to blasphemy, but still It’s true: my focus on the form I use Is like obsessions of the monkish quill And brush that in...
