by phillipw | Oct 29, 2019 | WH, Y
The Poet at 26 The miracle is that once I was a young Man. Innocence was colored gold and white Then. I was living like an angel’s tongue Before the fall of Lucifer, as bright As tongues could be in heaven with its gem Foundations and transparent...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | Y
Greek Youthful Skin Bland of figure, hair and face, she keys in Stuff, into her Apple Mac. Thick-lipped, she Wears Schubert’s glasses. How would one begin To list her hidden charms? Normality? No, that’s no glitzier than the slightly Gray white plastic...