by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | AS, UN
Atoms in Space Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. ~ Isaac Watts We know now that the galaxies are in Their trillions numbered. So, if we compute Uncountable trillions of stars that spin Across the cosmos,...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | Ho
Affair The Paraclete fulfills all spaces, space, A flooding God, a tidal wave, a spate Of infinitely surging, soaking grace In every place susceptible to hate, Wherever gaps could harbor darkness, long As light-years, eons, or as small as quarks. There...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | SC
I assume you have a clear enough visual memory of Michaelangelo’s most famous Pietà and of the Roman sculpture, “The Dying Gaul.” Before the you read the sonnet below, please look again at the famous carving of Akhenaten and Nefertiti and the famous...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR
Friendship’s Fall Green, green the autumn is. The oranges, reds, High yellows do their shouting thing; the greens Just hum along, as if on calming meds. Photographers scout round for fevered scenes To print with glossy flair. The subtleties Of varied...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | SP
Speeding along the Motorway Towards the Russian Orthodox Church, Decades after Our Evening in Northwest D.C. The distance hauled a beauty over all The autumn leaves, converted them to haze Almost, especially one tree in thrall To oranges and yellows with...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
Cool Friend, Warm Friend; Easy Does it Friendship Sometimes the definitions seem less grand. D. H. Lawrence remarks, “I like him. What Else is there?” Friendship’s not a big demand. It doesn’t have to be a great big strut Of pledges and...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in a sexless kiss Because...
