by phillipw | Nov 24, 2019 | CA, WH, WO
Woodrow (born on Woodrow Wilson’s 1st Inaugural Day) with His Wife, and Wilma (Half Sister)—All Homestead Pioneers on the Cape Who Had Their Homes Taken Away from Them for Building the Space Center—Watches the Launch of Apollo 11 Woodrow on the far right of the group...
by phillipw | Nov 24, 2019 | AD
Will The one whose mouth is always dribbling dirt In lessons, can’t resist the urge to fling His limbs about and has to pull his shirt Away from sweaty sides and rub his thing (For any unsuspecting girls in The room), the one who flops his hair about...
by phillipw | Nov 24, 2019 | CA, DE, LO
Treats for Tall, Tall Dougie He had a wide-faced heart and it was warm As if it too were wrapped in his thick fur. When he came running up, it caused a swarm Of love to swirl around the soul, a blur Of bright affection, since of course we knew How welcoming...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | IN, WO
Cast White the Net There’s nothing you can’t find there on the web Unless it’s innocence. You type in “pure” And up comes pure cocaine and some celeb (A swinish, big tit party epicure) Who’s snorted far too many thrilling lines. You key in “innocent” and up...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | AU, WI
Hills I like that hills are taught by autumn how To mean and learn from leaves what orange warns. Hills take their definition from fall’s now And from its sharpened hoariness of horns. I like how hills are taught by castles, walls And forts what...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | BU, CH, HI, IN
Xuanzang: Observations on Assam, Bihar, Kasmir, the Peninsular and Punjab We meet dismay when pondering histories Far foreign from our time. Many amassed Cross-pollinated facts become mysteries, As when a Chinese traveler in the past So distant that we have no...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | SP
I Reject the Perpetual Lie of Noon The night attenuates the springtime limbs. The light, such as it is, depletes their blooms That in the sun were more than April whims But now seem waiting for harsh showers, dooms. But not this evening. No. The gentle light...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | TR
Heartwood: By the Shore of the Shenandoah Inspired by the death of Charles Randall Stanfield I would like to die as trees. They do not Respond to music or to other pains. They do not care about death. There’s no slot For nourishing music even...
