by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | L
Death’s Lepidoptera Sample My face falls hard against the layered plush Cloth. Underneath is trapped his curly hair Inside a ziplock bag. My whiskers crush Themselves against the folded towel. A flare Of one immortal flame, this curl, or so it seems, The tress is not...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2018 | DE, LO
The Island of the Dead I sail to see the island of the dead. A stillness emanates from it across Its mist of waves. This quietude is spread...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2018 | P, PO
Poetry is Not the Lever and Fulcrum of Archimedes “The full-flowering Scottish tradition of Henryson, Dunbar and Douglas was defeated when Scotland was defeated.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The Story of Poetry War changes poetry. Old English verse Had reached an apogee of...