by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | RE, SE
Blood Vessels Filled with Something like Crucified Hydrogen The tree put up its barren limbs, the church Its barren cross, a duet set in gray— The branches notes, the cross a chord in search Of something certain; well, more certain, say, Than...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | Uncategorized
Long Ago and Far Away Our humorist Nash nastily says that A friend in need, up close, looms darkly worse Than any distant enemy. A frat Friend at your mansion door makes you averse If he’s a bankrupt begging, wish he’d go Away and let you drink...
by phillipw | Dec 6, 2019 | CO
Courtly Torture Consider where this Courtly Love and shit Arose from; not from Sir Knights fuckin’ guys. It came from people who have one big tit On either side of hairless chests. The size Of them is what created Courtly Love; Well, such . . . and that...
by phillipw | Dec 6, 2019 | MA, ME
The Brightest Branch The brightest branch, or flower, or limb still casts A shadow. If that limb, an arm or thigh, Is masculine, the thickened shadow will Be darker, wider yet. It might be sly But brutal is more likely. Brutal power Is one consideration in...
by phillipw | Dec 6, 2019 | FR
Hanging on the Cross “I have it on the highest authority that friendship is at least as great as heterosexual romantic love. ‘Greater love hath no man than this that he should lay down his life for his friends.’” ~ Phillip Whidden to Charles Randall Stanfield,...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2019 | TR
Paradoxtrine: One is Three, Ta DA! A god or demigod was lurking round The corner everywhere. The pagan mind Was wonderfully elastic, never bound By anything but superstition, blind Belief requiring nothing like strict thought: A thousand deities were...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2019 | RE
The Far-Flung Flames on Atavistic Heights The far-flung flames on ancient altars still Arise in men’s imaginations. Though Those sacral altars have no priest to kill The lurching victim, minds can see the glow Of holy fires four thousand years now gone. The...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2019 | GR
Altars in the Nightfall The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose,...
