by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | MI
A Diminished Thing The ruin of a stylish building, he Presides now over that dull avenue Late Middle Age. Not near senility, This man’s poetic as Kalamazoo, Yet once he was a skyscraper with black Curls. They are going thin and turning gray. His massive...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | PA
Paradise Tossed It seem to me that paradise would soon Become a glut, perhaps already is For those who dwell there. It’s as if the noon Had giant spotlights added and the fizz Of sixty billion sparklers, too, and then Someone lets off a hundred trillion A Bombs...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | FA, SP
Spenser’s Red Cross Knight Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever– He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting...