by phillipw | Jun 4, 2019 | AN
This is one in a series on the Annunciation with one in a forbidden folder in the encyclopedia Picardo Anunciación.jpeg Pregnant Paradox: Picardo’s Anunciación in the Prado A hint of heaven is all there is in her Apparel. Darker it could hardly be, So...
by phillipw | Jun 3, 2019 | ST
From Moloch’s Lectionary Awakening in the middle of the night I find a message on my phone from you, An email forwarded, an email blight. It says that Matthew, flesh and bone from you, Was not worth making, that the life of him, Your semen and the DNA which made...
by phillipw | Jun 2, 2019 | ME
A Consternation of Forgetfulness Our memories are only mirrors backed With ruined silver, tarnished souvenirs Remembered by each other. What they’ve lacked In authenticity they’ve mixed with tears Or brightness so that seeming to forget We cleverly do conjuring with...
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | YA
The New, Improved Yahoo Mail They never tell you (do they?) till it’s far Too late. They tell you that this upgrade will Be marvellous, that it will be 5-star, Be quicker, much more clever, and will fill Those cybergaps you never even knew Existed, gaps you...
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | ST
Inhalers Created for Chuck one day before the anniversary of his birth. the girl who was no longer blind “When her doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw “the tree with the lights in it.” It was for this tree I...
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | CA
The Eye The lines of kitten loveliness themselves Are beautiful as she is, almost, there, But not. A rapt, assessing gaze that delves The vision sleeping on the easy chair Of gold velour can’t help but dwell upon The colors, too, not just the breathing lines....
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | HI
It’s Like a Fever It’s like a fever, undetectable, So calm its toxins slither round and hide. Its weaponry is not deflectable If once deployed past walls and gates inside The city that is you. Your love, though large And true, cannot defend your marrow, vein, Or blood...
by phillipw | May 31, 2019 | TH
Growing Up Most teenagers are boring in the mind. The geniuses, those yet to be, as much As all the rest. It is as if they’re blind To utterness unless it has a touch Of hormones in it. Once I searched the old Card catalogue at Harvard and I found There Henry...
