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...
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...
