by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | VE, WO
Venice and Wokingham Where Wokingham has charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone, Where little of old English charm has fled Away, I find a volume on the blown Glass gracefulness Venetian lungs have made For centuries. Italian lips have forced An...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2019 | WH, WO
Under the Florida Son Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poemme Florida Son On Woodrow Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born. His father always called Him Man. For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do...
