by phillipw | May 11, 2020 | PE, ST
Holiness Deep as a Bollywood musical score But only as broad as a hopscotch grid, Pete’s mind prepared him for nothing much more Than beating his wife and hitting his kid. Then he met Jesus one night in a tent Where people got sweaty and spoke in...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | FR, GA, LO, MA, RO
Screens and Boundaries If trees sprout cinnabar and seas are gold, If lotus blossoms grow in gold and blue, If cranes strike poses by shrill suns as bold In red as rubies boiled in taboo, If cats strut round behind a smaller screen Of deeper crimson, older gold...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | LI, RE
Reader Response Literary Theory “Chaucer doesn’t intend that his Pilgrims’ judgments be on the mark; quite the contrary, in most cases. They constantly overpraise and underpraise one another, miss the point, get the moral wrong, pursue unrelated quarrels, introduce...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | RA, SP
Like Brancusi’s “Bird in Space”: Think McLaren P1, Ferrari 458, Lamboghini Countach, Maserati MC12, Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport, Ferrari F40, and Koenigsegg Agera R It’s more like on the pedestal of art, Smooth knife glissando cutting through the night Of motor...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | CH, GO, LO, MA, SA, ST, TH, TR
Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He raised his blue-veined wrists in notes to God The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The last Force was to come, bolts to the...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | MU, PO
Guillaume de Machaut Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When strictest music and trim verse forms come Together, then is beauty found. Across In England Chaucer listened to succumb To Guillaume’s...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | HE, MO, ST
Unknown Words Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I have a stash of postcards that I got For sending to my mother. She had had A gruesome stroke and so had lost the lot Of all her language. Well, not...
by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
Aloof and Regal in Their Snow Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Greek mountains seem to jostle up against Each other. They do not. When seen afar Their ranges, stacked up, seem to look condensed And...
