by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | MA, Uncategorized, WH
La Serenissima Surprise We thought her color wasn’t blue. We went To Venice then and suddenly we knew The truth. We learned that she was always meant To find the right ensemble of a blue So subtle that its lace and velvets showed Up several colors—blue of...
by phillipw | Oct 29, 2019 | WH, Y
The Poet at 26 The miracle is that once I was a young Man. Innocence was colored gold and white Then. I was living like an angel’s tongue Before the fall of Lucifer, as bright As tongues could be in heaven with its gem Foundations and transparent...
by phillipw | Oct 21, 2019 | WH, WI, WO
Father’s Voice I can’t remember what my father said Except when he was storytelling, or Declaiming poetry, or when his head Was full of politics or God. His store Of beauty came in tales, or ringing lines Of loveliness and joy, and plots he spun, And...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | HE, ST, WH
“kitty kitty kitty” Was All She Could Say I cannot now recall my mother’s throat In words. For more than twenty years her speech Was dead before she died. A muffling bloat Occurred inside her brain. It was a screech Of blood that silenced her. No...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | BR, WH
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | ME, WH
The Windows The windows, shining in an afternoon Long lost, a light of long lost boyhood day, Let in enough of childhood sun to spoon Some beams of beauty for the lad. The stray Shafts through abandoned panes were just enough. His eye fell on the toy...
