by phillipw | May 2, 2020 | AU, NE, VE
Vermont Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A white wood house defines the slope. The trees Have gone to red and flame. A field beyond Is spread with grass and granite rocks at...
by phillipw | Apr 26, 2020 | LE, MU, VE
Donna Leon I’m tired of Donna, not of Venice, though. Brunetti is still likeable enough And Paola’s improved a bit. The slow Starts to the crime plots make it tough For readers used to fiction of this kind, Detective novels. Some might think,...
by phillipw | Mar 31, 2020 | PE, TR, VE
Colors Truer than Truth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not veiled and partly veiled, completely veiled, The peonies are like a perfect prayer, Perhaps one to the Trinity. Exhaled In reverence the...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | VE, WO
Wokingham and Venice (Petrarchan and English sonnets) In Wokingham where charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone Maintain the quintessential, modest tone Of English towns, a quiet A to Zed Of quaintest understatement, I just found A book about...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, PO, RI, VE
Absinthe-minded Charlatan “The most curious thing about the transformation of the sensorial apparatus—the phenomenon, at least, that struck me most forcibly in the experiments I conducted on myself— is that all sensations are perceived by all senses at...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………”L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...
