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PS: Your Poem a Week w/ Philippe Shils

​A poem and a picture weekly for a year.  #weeklypoemandpic

PS: SOCIAL MEDIA/BOOKS/BAND

skint

3/3/2022

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Picture
skint ⁣
⁣
they were⁣
⁣
porcupines⁣
or spiders ⁣
⁣
I was shown ⁣
the pit⁣
⁣
now human⁣
and learning ⁣
⁣
about clothes ⁣
and softness⁣
⁣
even though ⁣
the softness⁣
⁣
is something ⁣
they had
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translated loosely ⁣

12/26/2021

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Picture
translated loosely ⁣
⁣
as the human leased ⁣
to the aliens landing ⁣
on the planet of the third⁣
⁣
tribe each species ⁣
a sorcerer but frail⁣
and serious as swans ⁣
⁣
I was unsure ⁣
weather ⁣
atmosphere⁣
border⁣
⁣
to taunt or ⁣
admonish so I ⁣
bellowed

beside
had been advised: ⁣
⁣
be a better tourist⁣
no response necessary ⁣
even prompted by insult ⁣
or endless frisson⁣
⁣
who to root for what ⁣
would take root who ⁣
would tell the tale ⁣
how to make ⁣
matter ⁣
⁣
not the age of him⁣
not the age of he⁣r⁣
⁣
a loneliness absolute⁣
and passionless ⁣
⁣
the pattern under this drain ⁣
the rain the planet’s rain⁣
⁣
#weeklypoemandpicplus ​
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three in the am

4/12/2021

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Picture
​three in the am

the flash of 
a storm
around the 
windows edge
above the bed in
which my son 

says suddenly 
dad dad as
a question 
and there at his 
side a man grey
in the dark room

it’s my father 
or is it or is it
who is it is it
a stranger 
or is it me

hello I say 
hello as a 
question

the window 
is open says 
my dad 

the three of 
us awake
in the guest
room together 
the next 
morning my 
son laughs at 
the way I said 
hello to my own
dad and asks 
if I was afraid 

I was afraid
and then I 
was unafraid 

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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Jealousies

3/26/2021

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Picture
Jealousies

She said: My family used to laugh at him
but now he repairs their things.
Imagine if he wrote poetry
how the words would cohese.

She had spread over her
body a concoction of his devising and
she smelled of leather and damp spring.

He’d cooked her a midnight meal
and the skin she chewed
was crisped and brown.

She’d known he was for her
when she saw him at the flea market
buying something broken and smiling
as he held it tight to his chest.

I said I wish my mind was like his
and she said your mind is just fine.

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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part 15: floor is lava

3/21/2021

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Picture


floor is lava

alongside a
courteous
moon

on a planet
corseted
to a sun

are sculpted
manors with
layerless floors
burnished
smooth as agar

address your letter :
the immolatory fields

a devotional
path to
the scoriae

the blazing
hearth
a threshold
crossing
one breath
in and ash
ash

ask the
wallmakers
for your turn
when to burn
and learn
the igneous
forms:

soot and glaze
and eschar

no promise
of gentle things
slumped corners

for a moment
the cinders make
tender but then
again obsidian

the kindling
done the
kindling gone

#weeklypoemandpicplus ​

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14. ​withoutfanfare

3/15/2021

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Picture
​without
fanfare

200 year
old rock
fish looks

on and
I try
to de
scribe

it with
out call
ing it
wise be

mused or
resigned be

cause it
is a fish
although
old so

don’t call
it mad larry
or sweet joe
or solemn
sam be

cause
he wants for
nothing
just to
be al

though
it is ok to
be dis
appointed
in the fisher
man who

pulled her
without
struggle
from
the sea

#weeklypoemandpicplus 
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time traveling paul

3/2/2021

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Picture
​time traveling paul

confronted with his
other selves
recalled

lecture 1:
time paradoxes
resolve in favor
of coherence

his aggravation
decreased as
he acknowledged
his many faces
and erased
all but
his own

labeled:
petty
dour
careless
efficient
bold

he dabbled
visited and
took stock

not forgotten
because
never
has been

not even
the dust
of wings
beneath
the pins

ah the luxury
of travel
oh the joy of
what is
ah the reassurance
of resolution

empty
winter
wasp
nest
cells

in lecture 2
he was advised

that renown
may be available
as the remainder
so he pulled the
lever many times

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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Shipwreck: Part 12. archaeology on mars

2/24/2021

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Picture
​Shipwreck: Part 12. 
archaeology on mars

or just 
scratching
at the 
lactica lattice 
once inflamed 
twas I 

in the 
back garden 
my remains 
matter
matter

martian deer
dear dear

as a shoal 
school fish 
barely fish 
at all 

martian
atoll 

any fish 
at all
a toll 

tourists are 
willing to pay 

a rural 
particle 
ascraeus 
muon nuan

scoffed he
neutrino 
detractor 
array 

observatory
observe

so much
dark muttering
that matters 

between those 
that are and 
those that were

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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shipwreck 11. tied island

2/16/2021

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Picture
​shipwreck 11. tied island

the children’s portion
of the exhibit is
unfinished with
only a loose leaf
notebook of
sketches
available

the children are
uncertain of the
details they are
safe they are

unaware of much
beyond the mascots
which have been
designed based
on what they
what they
remember
from before

there is
a place
to sit
to sit
they are
seated there

the budget
the budget

remember you
remember me
the tombolo
connects
the isomers
the islands
the thought
is to pattern

footprints across
the ayre
excavated on one
island there will

be a disco
a place to eat
and dance the
other the other
is where the
artifacts
are kept

the name of
the island
is tusk
is lemon
is melon
is husk

the children
enjoy the
presentation

it’s only
archaeology
dig discover
dig again

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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shipwreckpart 10: witch in pelagia incanting

2/13/2021

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Picture
​shipwreck
part 10: witch in pelagia incanting

aboard the oceanic
the ship oceanic
too grand a word

too grand for the
humiliant tumble
above the mote

and the dust
undulant with
in the vitreous

seethe tourist
admiring
pictures of mars
pictures of mars

neither close to
the bottom
nor near the shore

is itshadow
is itstain
cast within
which thefish
range and

no stairs from
the cold pelagic
blaze which
layer whose lair

whosehome
is tidal
none none
none

#weeklypoemandpicplus
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    PS: Your Poem a Week w/

    Philippe Shils - he lives in central Illinois. He has chapbooks available from Underground Books, Right Hand Pointing Press, and a collaborative one with his band The Red Wheelbarrows available at gigs and on Facebook by request. He plays old time banjo and has two kids who are patient with their father.
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