by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | Uncategorized
I Don’t Believe I Have a Soul 0 I don’t believe I have a soul. I salve My heart by contemplating another Wider doctrine. It teaches that I have A winning hand. Each soul has a brother Opposing him in color. Flame kings find Themselves spread out with black...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | SE
A Smart Ass They throttled me and threw me on the bed, Then peeled my shirt off, yanked away my pants And pulled my Y-fronts past my feet. No shred Of me was covered when they’d finished. Chants Began at once. “RED BELLY!” shouted all The boys,...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BR, CA, DO
New Use for a Hive Tool I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards— sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of pine needles infilthtrating the air. And then . . . the...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | DA, IN
and with the music pasted in HERE: Evensong in Edinburgh: the Cauld Alliance I trudge to the cathedral to contend With flu. I’ve taken drugs, of course, before I started out. I’m hoping that the blend Of chemicals and harmonies will score...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BL, MY
Sand Grains: Blake’s Universe [Grains of sand under a light microscope] https://www.nikonsmallworld.com/galleries/2011-photomicrography-competition/sand I walk along a tropic beach of sand And feel the sun’s heat in the grains, wonder If, counting my...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | PE, VE
European Conqueror In Serenissima I know it’s art Or architecture that’s supposed to be The main attraction. They both grab my heart, Especially the buildings when I see Them from the vaporetti, reflections In choppiness of Grand Canal sights split Up, shining like...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | CR
The April Crabapple Blossoming Outside the Library at Southern Missionary College A vision of eternity in white And pink (a promise of more white to come) Rose up above me. Till I saw that sight, Jehovah was a dose of tedium And heaven full of boring Bible mist....
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | BI
Our Scientists are Wrong CSWA_DawnVornholt_Birdshare Our scientists are wrong about the songs Of birds. Their singing is about the leaves They sing among, these shapes that each one longs To seize upon in notes. This task bereaves Them sometimes since their melodies...
