by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | CH, ST
Astronomical Observation CRS 07192013 Charles Randall Stanfield “you hover on the surface of the sun” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls “Dance Orange” painting by Charles Randall Stanfield The opposite of sunspots, that was you. You wandered...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | DE, SE
Sex and Death Can ghosts come back to life enough to sweat? If so, what kind of perspiration could Express itself on phantom skin? Cold, wet, And smell-less, meaningless as balsa wood Their armpit tufts would feel less clammy than Flesh kissed on rigor...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | PR
While on a Trip to the General Conference of Seventh-day Adventists in Utrecht The heat of Amsterdam’s July damp day Swelled out in all directions like the young Man’s body’s presence. What was on display Was midnight leather. Underneath seemed stung Male muscles...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | LA, SE
Revelation 12:5 “the snows of yesteryear” Desires denied fill time like Arctic waste, Antarctic nights. Since in eternity These passion are abandoned, they stay chaste Forever. Virginal alternity To life, they lie in deep-freeze space, As...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | JO, KE
Firm Fluidity The sunlight wavers from the ripples down Below. The surface of the fountain in The square beneath his deathbed cannot drown Keats’ poetry. The wavelets’ discipline Had killed his writing earlier, before He saw their wavering refractions on...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | BR, FA, JO, KE
The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him . The lover holds carnelian between His thumb and finger (far too late to write More poetry), then palms it there to lean Against his lifeline. If the stone is white Or red like blood that turns away from life Is well beyond God’s...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | EN, RU
The Onion Dome in Western London, Weather, and the Orthodoxy of Entropy Subdued by rain and twilight and the gray Of sky, the blue shape holds its own, unchanged Despite these dull vicissitudes. The way It holds its gilded stars up high, arranged In formal pattern so...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | GO, SU
The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows. No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...
