by phillipw | Aug 2, 2022 | LO, UN
My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...
by phillipw | Aug 2, 2022 | LO, UN
The Pole Religion of Lustred Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It blew straight through his bones like snow through air, Antarctic night. He thought that it was warm Or even hot like black...
by phillipw | Jul 31, 2022 | Uncategorized
Wide-eyed Fur among the Roses A spoiled westerner decided he Would have a restaurant meal delivered to His home, a spicy Indian one with ghee Or maybe just a pizza baked with goo All over it. A speeding senseless van Ate up the street and killed my Bene,...
by phillipw | Jul 31, 2022 | Uncategorized
We Break the Law Together We break the law together for the sake Of beauty. Beauty turns our sin to love. The love is sacred and is full of ache And space, yes constellations far above Mere moons and decalogues. We break the law Because the body and the soul...
by phillipw | Jul 26, 2022 | TH
“By the Word of the Lord Were the Heavens Made” Far less than March’s breeze upon the flowers That have not sprouted yet, far less than weight Of sound in death, far lighter than the showers Of manna in the land of Sin, or hate Of Romeo for Juliet, a thought Goes...
by phillipw | Jul 22, 2022 | LO, VE
The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy The temple is love’s stone sonata made Of marble and of space. Its pillars rise In fluting. They are made of light and shade Or more like melodies which goddess eyes Can hear. Between the columns shadows fail...
by phillipw | Jul 11, 2022 | AT, CA, HI, MA, NA
Dispensation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem What falls from heavens here upon the earth Brings mornings set with richness and with flux. A fullness settles, once with grief or...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2022 | MA
Mandarin Ducks in December Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The winter settles on the colors of The throat and wings. A coldness there calls light To make the feathers look like frosty love,...
