Author Archives: Phil

About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner

The Space Between Us

Locked safe in the space between us a stainless vault of desire gleaming safehold walls lined with steel resolve hope’s fortress love’s winter haven   A single key gilded by mettle worn as pendant warmed by heaving heart unlocks the … Continue reading

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Dawn

Standing on tomorrow’s ledge Fearless Aglow in blush of promise Cleansed by tears of yore Lustrous Ablaze in ardor’s flush Soothed by smiling sunrise Wrapped tight in the arms of here and now

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Chapter One

I awoke to the promise of your smile the hope of your touch the echo of your voice and a lust for life anew Let the day begin

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E.T.

I played your guitar tonight Katie tuned it after the thing I’m like you Can’t tune without a device Anyway Thanks for the guitar Remember You gave it to me when mine was stuck in a blimp hanger in Tillamook … Continue reading

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Love

I love you Blue So very much I’ll do my best I hope it’s good enough You Goodness gracious it’s gonna take me a while to process this one Give me a wink from time to time I kind of … Continue reading

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Fly Free

E.T. My dear friend My brother Gone from this earth But not lost to those who loved you Fly free now You will remain as a twinkle in my eye Old blue loves you   Luck be a lady or … Continue reading

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Patchwork

In my old chest a patchwork not the comforting kind made from hands long still passed on to live in cedar sanctum No my patchwork a living trust testament to breath of spirit metronome of times marking Once brightly patterned … Continue reading

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