by phillipw | Dec 2, 2021 | DE, RU, Ta
England’s Inoculation and Therapy for the Virus Called War, April 4 and St. George’s Day, 2015 Fate slapped him in his face and carried on With tattooed beauty on its fingers, palm, And skin much longer like a lingering dawn. His sonnet read out loud as if a psalm...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2021 | BU, CO
Green Cove Springs for Bucky Coggins Green stands for living; no, for life, for all That life can offer, far beyond what minds Can dream of. Green is like the cosmic caul Of birthing. Green is more than that. It winds Behind and through the brimming universe. A...
by phillipw | Nov 30, 2021 | BR, HE, RU, SE, ST, Ta
Brown Beauty and Others Left Behind “more tourist still than soldier” ~ Rupert Brooke America and Canada, their spine Of Rocky Mountains, called across the sea, Their men and women waiting, near supine Already. Rupert left behind debris Of men and women who had seen...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2021 | FR, MO, SE
I Wrote my First Poem about Her When We Were Teens She made her way from seventeen to be At mother’s funeral, a long time on That journey. In between those years debris Of life had separated us. Yvette had gone To black men in her bed, a husband—then The sex god...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2021 | OL
Beauty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The old man stumbles, breaking off a spray Of spring-tree flowers while trying not to fall. Pain grimaces his eyes. The blossoms’...
by phillipw | Nov 23, 2021 | BE, MA
A Poem from Glossolalia: Men and Angels “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.” I Corinthians 13:1 Agreeable and thoughtful, is that quite Enough? No, not if he is...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2021 | EV, GA, PH, SE
Early Polling of Intentions Who wouldn’t want it if a giant snake Proposed deep mouthfuls that you thought were out Of reach? The woman’s throat began to shake. The woman’s heart fled fast from fussy doubt. She knew she wanted all he offered up. He...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2021 | FU, SE
Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets Not yachts or mansions in the Highlands. No. Real luxuries rise best in drowse of dreams Or waking dreams. We move our hands down low To rest them on the manliness. It teams With utterness but wakes...
