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Phyllis Stowell2020-04-26T14:24:40-07:00Listening...we don't. The inner conversation never stops. It's a constant racket – Philip Glass Almost breathless I sat down in my balcony mid-center seat [...]
Oxen
Phyllis Stowell2020-01-04T11:20:03-07:00You are storied: Pulling the iron plough, sign of service and constant labor. No wonder you stand near the child in the manger, warming his cheeks with your breath. Where, [...]
The Pearl
Phyllis Stowell2020-01-04T11:12:03-07:00Say I am the king's second daughter in a kingdom where everyone dies say I was sent to the city to recover the pearl guarded by a serpent I was [...]
Between Here and There
Phyllis Stowell2019-10-26T08:46:46-07:00Between here and there one elongated time that began at the farthest reach glazed black pinnacles of rock minarets thrust skyward merging with wind-scoured boulders blocking passage north-northwest where you headed [...]
MELVILLIAN
Phyllis Stowell2019-10-25T10:51:17-07:00Almost my favorite lines during the whole Melvillian winter of hearing him, not him exactly, but some guy reading him aloud, mile after mile, and he really did Ishmael justice, [...]
Only a Few
Phyllis Stowell2019-09-17T10:58:00-07:00Is it only a few who take the path of many windings who river-like find their way? What is it I asked one near to my heart who looking [...]
Burial Fragments
Phyllis Stowell2019-09-17T10:58:40-07:00—Buena Vista Park, San Francisco There’s no room for the dead in this small city, nearly an island, where we trade corpses for houses digging up [...]
Watching
Phyllis Stowell2019-07-29T12:37:20-07:00Watching dew evaporate in sunshine a hermit wrapped in a threadbare coat writes as if to his illusory self Let everything disappear Sitting beneath a pine grasping his knees [...]
Watching
Phyllis Stowell2019-07-29T12:32:52-07:00Watching dew evaporate in sunshine a hermit wrapped in a threadbare coat writes as if to his illusory self Let everything disappear Sitting beneath a pine grasping his knees [...]