by phillipw | Dec 12, 2019 | AN, FA, PS
Freudian Slope When angels go insane, what does the Great Physician do? Does He invite them to His soft, silk-covered couch, help them uncrate Their dreams, discuss them, and reveal their true Anxiety? Perhaps He gives warm drugs Injected lovingly...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2019 | PR
Chapel Royal, St. George’s, Windsor Castle Exodus 34:7 Numbers 14:18 Deuteronomy 5:9 Psalm 79:8 Psalm 109:14 “The night that is gone, to following night” We all are simulacrams of the past. Our pasts and ancestors are forever Gone; no, they...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2019 | CH, DE, FA, LU, PR
Your Death Will Not Be Love Your death will not be in the order of The alphabet. Destruction comes as planned By God (predestination) from his love, From luck (though thinkers cannot understand That concept), or from nothing more than chance. Extinction doesn’t...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | EA
Did They Have Names? “Here lies One whose Name was writ in Water.” Was Solutrean man acquainted with The leaf-shaped feel of love, the stylized form Of flint-hard hatred? Or did the megalith Of fear rule over all, as if a storm Outside the lipless mouth parts...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
Chasms The long years’ gaps between the times that you And I were born, our ages (ever spread) Will never be erased—till the debut Of death for one of us. I’ll go ahead, Statistically, since many thousand days And nights are quite a...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | LO, RO
The Blonde Queen We love the way that light approaches love On skin, on shoulder, chest, or nostril, on A lower lip protruding just above The cleft of chin. When darkness is withdrawn, So glowing softness, like a god concealed, Emerges, as the sword of...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | MY, TH
For the Eternity Being One morning when they’d stayed up all night long While moving house, he stepped outside with one Last box of stuff, including hymn and song Books–and Dillard’s Pilgrim. Dawn, just begun, Radiated through clear...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | SE
Friendship with Nature “Nature and you must be greater friends than ever.” Letter from Maria Bicknell to her fiance, John Constable September 9, 1815 I wouldn’t leave till every single tree In Suffolk is stripped bare: an autumn whim (She...
