by phillipw | Apr 13, 2025 | DE, GR, MO
Inappropriate Poison The oleanders blossom pinks and whites. Though grief does not have colors in its soul, It never turns to pink in satin rites Of death. The coffin wears a floral stole Of lavender , perhaps, though hardly pink, More priestly lavender. ...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2025 | GO
God as Ghoulish Giggles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem God has a heart of hollow silver that Denies all tarnish. Maybe it is gold, Though I cannot apply the test. Combat This theory coolly and you...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2025 | GO
“How Blest the Paradise to Come” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He offers us a rhythm that does not Arrive, not ever. Patterned beats hide far Away beyond the farthest black — though hot As...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2025 | CH, ST
Lucifer Wearing Sexy Mist in Heaven Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It was as if he wore a serpent made Of haar from hell, but well disguised by guile. He won them over, all. The snake, like braid,...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2025 | BU, CH, MA, SE, TO, Uncategorized
El Guapo with Melanistic Monarchs Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem El guapo swaggers through black butterflies, As black as hair on him, on body, head And upper lip, as black as pupils, eyes That stab his...
by phillipw | Apr 12, 2025 | PR
Japanese Devotion and Pre-Columbian Grotesqueries Combine to Slaughter Mockingbirds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The birds ram-smashed themselves against the glass Of windows in the Pre-Columbian Art...
by phillipw | Apr 11, 2025 | AR, AU, LA, LO, MI, Uncategorized, WI
Notes on a Forgotten Burial Ground Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The cemetery where his aunts lie deep Beneath the sand of Florida hulks deaf To poetry. This trio lies in sleep Far lower than a...
by phillipw | Apr 10, 2025 | PR
Salt Water’s Wraiths The snow that hits Alantic waves is lost. The flakes give up their six-point shapes and souls. They lose their lives. A frosty Pentecost Does not redeem with icy tongues. The poles, Both north and south, condemn the frozen...
