by phillipw | Feb 19, 2020 | RI
The Trinity Has Existed in Lapis Passion for Eternity ……………….. “An individual’s poetic quality is a function of his gift of love” ~ Robert Goffin “Sa seule beauté était dans ses yeux d’un bleu pale irradié de bleu foncé, les plus...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | CH, FI, Uncategorized
Field, John, 1782 – 1837 My skeleton, especially the parts Inside my chest cage and my pulsing hips, Was made for you. Transmitting bones and hearts Communicate with signals speaking lips Could never send resounding echoes from, Or more like warm reverberating masts...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | PA
Appearance “A Family Group” by John Koch A shaft of mirrored light steps through the glass And sweeps the surface of the oils. They show A family in a cadenced pose. This chasse The slippered beam here calmly makes is slow, Perhaps...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | OD, UL
Ἰθάκη, the Dull Town Your wife is there, your two-balled heir, and hound Still true (like bone to brawn) behind his eyes Destroyed with cataracts—but his snout’s bound To ravel your armpit; he’s the surprise That isn’t surprising when you return Among the...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | FR, LI
Alert Discovering Americas inside Himself he never knew were there, he felt Apollo’s ranging thrust, Paul Bunyan’s stride Across their western deserts’ sagebrush pelt, Stepped out Atlantics and Pacifics, Lake Superiors, stretched canyons wider...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | IN, PO
Vermont and Quebec: Syrup Harvesting in the Spring Just how does poetry escape from men? It’s too simplistic if we say it thrums Out from the skull, though, yes, it is just when It’s rising that it coalesces, comes Out through the pregnant cracks in bone, Or maybe...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | CA, WH, WI
Aunt Wilma’s Voice Aunt Wilma’s voice had wings within it. They Were all the species she had known on Cape Canaveral—and others. The array Included hummingbirds, their whirring shape, The shimmer of the nightingale and lark. In church her...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | NA, PS
The End of the Cretaceous in Nazi Germany At times our ids rise upward and become A sort of luminescent threat like prints Upon the shore of dinosaurs. A dumb Impression haunts us. The three-clawed track glints With something previous to evil. This Trail,...
