by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | WH
Beeswax Hero He had his own concocted scent, his smell Made up of khaki mixed with beeyard smoke— And sorcerer’s words that cast a bedtime spell With everything that stories can evoke. His wife read books and these were wizards to The brood, but though they held a...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | LO, PH, WH
An Affair with Sonnets . . . For Eternity “Eternity in an Hour” ~ William Blake If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | WH
Mere Knowing is not Remembering I have one picture of Aunt Ruth way back In Pensacola time. That’s all, except One fragment from her dying days. The black And white snap…that’s it. All the rest is swept Away in blankest loss, except that thing She mouthed...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | WH
White Dwarves White dwarves are stars which want to cease their lives. They crave a gravity-less suicide. These globes want death. Each dwindling sparkle strives To free itself from life. In fact, it’s died Already, or it lingers, comatose Beyond revival,...
by phillipw | Jun 8, 2019 | JE, WH
Jeanette Black and White Her eyes cast down as if ashamed of style And beauty, she is captured. She is held Forever in the falseness. All the while This image has existed, it’s compelled Jeanette to be perfection with a full Dark lip weighed down by knowledge of a...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2019 | WH, WO
Under the Florida Son Under the Florida Son On Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born. His father always called Him Man. For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do your hunting, Man.” Archie’d been galled To have so many females in his life, Was thrilled to...
