by phillipw | Mar 2, 2025 | Uncategorized
Fake Views a la Oedipus America is throbbing with those who Have thrown away the truth, have stabbed their eyes Out. Misery of coveting shoots through What used to be their heartblood. They breathe lies And when they do not get enough, a mouth Produces...
by phillipw | Mar 1, 2025 | BI, SA
Islands are Harbors for Spliced Love Sapho Sappho By Guillaume Baviere from Uppsala, Sweden – 2014-12-22, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=73289397 She sang about the love of him, of her. She had his hair in mind–and hers. ...
by phillipw | Mar 1, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, Ho, Uncategorized
Awe, the Akkadians, and Two Men in Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Loch Awe, embraced by Scottish hills alone, Lies long beneath the troubles caused by wind, Perhaps of troubled hearts. The cairns...
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 | Mar 1, 2025 | AM, AN, SL
Echoes in All the Senses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He hopes his words might cause the future’s pools To shimmer as if earthquakes dream of breath From Lucifer or maybe as if schools Of...
by phillipw | Feb 28, 2025 | BR, FL
A Florida Childhood A boyhood made of doodlebugs and bees Would be too boring, so throw in a bear His father shot and mother served with peas And carrots and potatoes — bear meat flair For lunch. Another time a coral snake Was chopped up by his...
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 26, 2025 | Uncategorized
Living Love I’m tired of poetry about the lack of love, How one man loves and someone fails to gasp In holiness of height’s devotion of A hoping heart and does not reach to clasp The sacrament on offer. Incense tries To send the...
