by phillipw | Aug 15, 2024 | LO, LU, RO, Uncategorized
Screwtape Messaging “Never let a fool kiss you and never let a kiss fool you.” The oldest voice, the voice of open thighs, Is part of whispering, shouting. urging need. Ears hear it, almost, it’s so loud. The eyes May Braille it if they want to. Written...
by phillipw | Aug 14, 2024 | BU, RO, SA, Uncategorized
Petrified Voices in the Verses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The older voices call in me. The smell Of marble mined for sculptures, dust of stone Is in the words. White bearded throats compel...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2024 | SE, Uncategorized
Moon Garden in Kenya The half-moon had a nightmare. Lovebirds bashed Around inside their cage set up beside The Great Rift Valley. Thorns of roses slashed The air despite their pure white blooms. A bride (That dark-haired spider) ate her husband fresh From...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2024 | CH, CO, FR, KN, RE, RO, SA, SU
Compostela or Knock — Wherever Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The saints are dressed in all their silks and gems As never in their holy lives before Their martyrdoms or whatever. The hems Below...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2024 | Uncategorized
Patriotism for Putin Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The soldiers have hard skulls, each made of steel. Unfortunately, though, for them they lack The power to cry. Because they do not...
by phillipw | Aug 10, 2024 | MA
Malé At times I’ve lived where palm trees set the scene. At certain times I lived where young men pace In night-time parks dressed up and moonlight keen For something like romance. They cleanse a space Around them so they do not...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2024 | Uncategorized
The Slither In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough. ~ Ezra Pound Two Years Later The eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of man never disappears But drives a blue car...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2024 | Uncategorized
Students on Social Media Use Vast Satellite Networks to Message “Hi,” “Kool,” Smiley Faces and “Wassup?” The epic paintings of the past have shrunk. Their bloated size in Paris, and Madrid Or Rome contains for most of folk just junk. Their subject matter is...
