by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | TR
RachelROBERT The ancient myths about strange beasts composedOf body parts from different creatures fillSome need inside the psyche. Boys enclosedInside a female body ache untilThey realize the truth about their sex.The suffering starts as if it’s just a bruise.It’s...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | LO
On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tideOn gentle coasts but feels as urgent asThe tidal bore up Severn. Hope had diedUntil you spoke and now I feel like jazzIs jiving in my bones. The slowness cameBecause my heart was made of numbness, soMy blood required...
by phillipw | May 30, 2019 | DE
No One When you are dead, the violets will bloomIn quiet purple or in white. The yearsWill pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loomWith blossomed frost on window panes. The spheresAbove this world will spin and sweep untilEternity arrives and then perhapsThey...