by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | HY
Seeds Sewn on the Sabbath Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6 On Sabbath we would play a special game, Monopoly. The streets were mission fields, The houses were the clinics, and the name We gave...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Madame Alfred Carrière The layers open wider, lighter, still. A stillness that is still beyond our eyes Is slowly rippling outward broader till The width attains perfection’s pure surprise, A velvet moment. These increasing curves Go paler as they spread like angels’...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | AG, AT, SA
Santayana’s Christmas “There is no God and Mary is His Mother.” ~ George Santayana For Linda Pervier The flakes fall white. They form without a creed, Savonarola’s robe without the black. . These make the leafless landscape supersede …. The...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RO
Jazz-like Imperial Deep purple held in purples deeper yet, This blossom is the purple every rose Has dreamed of. Long centuries of blooms have set Their reveries on it. When rosebushes doze, They dream of darker purples in their hearts, Of chord-like,...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RE, TR, UN
David, the Adulterer, or David, the Whimpering “I’m sorry, Dad” Guy; You Choose Goliath in the guise of love stalks round Us in the margins of our days. Truth dressed In tessellated sentiment is found In mosques and synagogues. Cathedrals test Our...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | Uncategorized
Miss W She moved in grey and black across the floor And seemed compounded of both silk and sex. Her thighs beneath the satin whispered, ‘More,’ Which sounded most like prayers — or slinky hex. While all the other women evanesced To less than vanished...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | AD, CH, CL, GI, HE, KI, TE
….. Pubescent Vector Tom’s shoulders—knots of boyishness—were tied By Jahweh when in Baden-Powell mood But move in that white shirt where they must hide (Required by dress-code rule, to make Tom good), So they remain as veiled, as chaste, and...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | LO, TR
Manifold Some factor in the slope of hills precludes Predictability so that, as roads Send out their asphalt logic, each hill broods On engineered banality and loads Of scrap iron, fags, and ready-salted crisps, But holds its dignity above. The men Who...
