by phillipw | Feb 4, 2026 | OU, RO, TI
Forget about Newton, Einstein and All That Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.” 5.1.34 Who cares about infinity of space, If space is infinite? The mind may...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2026 | CH, LO, RO, ST
Purgatory or Hell Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When I am dead, I want to be a hot, Hot, hotter kind of smoke, the hottest smoke A ghost can be. I want this smoke, and not, For only you. I want to...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2026 | CH, ST
Feral Nature and Feral God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem And God smote him ~ 2 Samuel 6:7 Two things of beauty smashed by lighting, split From life, are proof that God does not exist. The tree was...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | GA, SE, SN
Feral Nature Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In Japanese the word for petals on The ground is “chiri” — mud. The apple tree, And cherry tree are now no longer dawn Of beauty; dropping petaled...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | CA
Feral Cats Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Stray cats are not poor fellows who would live, Or, rather, they are more than that. They sleep In sunlight where they find it and forgive The Great Cat God...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | Uncategorized
Cape Canaveral Coast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He looks between the seagrape bushes’ limbs A path straight down to ocean waves, their white Foam frills stretched out to welcome death, its whims That...
by phillipw | Feb 3, 2026 | TW
Rockbound Coast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We think of Maine at dusk, its moon above The hardness of the ice in sea and near Pink, pink purpled, lower. Courtly love Comes swimming up from places...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2026 | UN
Moons and Hermits Have No Wings The scent and color Of pale wistaria seems Distant from the moon. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden The moth has now rejected petals of The cherry tree and wants instead a sky With evening crescent moon. Desire and love Are far...
