by phillipw | May 3, 2025 | WH, WO
He Declaimed Poetry “What sought they thus afar?” The places that my father knew are gone — Or worse. They change to billboard ads of hype Though he was looking farther up, upon The realms that matter . . . to some archetype About the death of beauty that...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2025 | DO, WH
Donald, the Man Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem For reasons that I do not understand, Society requires that men should show Themselves quite plain in clothes, not seem too grand. I think this...
by phillipw | Mar 6, 2025 | BR, CA, MA, WH
Miracle of Modern Medicine and Demonic Itching It crept along inside her like a long- Lost angel Jesus couldn’t cure. The wretch At worst had withered wings and lost its song. Inside her breast the devil couldn’t stretch And couldn’t fledge its arrows. They could...
by phillipw | Mar 1, 2025 | HE, WH
Loss in the Mental Lottery Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My mother had a stroke before the hours My oldest brother was to wed. This stripped Her brain of language output. Other powers Were...
by phillipw | Feb 28, 2025 | AR, CH, WH
From “Hog Butcher to the World” to the British Library Rare Books and Music Reading Room His father’s father worked where hanging screams Were not allowed. The carcases had had Their windpipes slashed. Warm blood in gasping streams Had fallen past his eyes. ...
by phillipw | Feb 16, 2025 | HE, RA, Uncategorized, WH, WO
Healthy Helix Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He thinks that he is not a monster, not His father, not his mother, a bit Too much like both, but too much like a clot Of two good people, sucked...
