Small and Simple Is Un-American (Pt. 1 of 2)

Complexity, Minimalism, and Bilingual Poetry

Savouring

However life shows up, that life is mine…

In Love, We Flee From Safety

Because being safe isn’t it.

For many days I was drifting…

I Am A Room Expanded

Saturday Nap Poetry

I am a room expanded.

Survival Addiction

drawn faces -numb minds
sight forced -dim lights
the drops stopped -pipes dry
as dreary rain
trickled down the window pane…

My Coat

A poem for my son on his first birthday

The Waiting

Poetry by Philip W. Benton

Breath cut short with every turn,

The blade’s relentless slither true.

Scarlet ooze trails through the furrow,

Words

Poetry by Philip W. Benton

Whispers

She is alive. She is the proving ground

El amor es una acción. 

Love is an action.