Phillip B Williams
Biographic Data
| ID | 3613282 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Phillip B Williams |
| GIVEN NAMES | Phillip B |
| FAMILY NAME | Williams |
| SIGNATURE | WILLIAMS P B |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 10 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 10 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2011 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2016 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Ignis Fatuus, and: Birth of the Doppelgänger
Ignis Fatuus*, and: Birth of the Doppelgänger* Phillip B. Williams (bio) IGNIS FATUUS* He is one of many points of light that seem, at first, distant enough to lead me away from my loneliness, and towardthe flourish-stillness-flourish of the heart when told imitate the varied stars that have failed to guide us; now imitate everythingbeneath the stars. But who is he? Phantom, filament at its brightest before blowing out, pattern made pattern becau…
Coming to the Clearing: Contemporary Black Poets in Conversation
Coming to the ClearingContemporary Black Poets in Conversation A. H. Jerriod Avant (bio), Joshua Bennett (bio), Rickey Laurentiis (bio), Ladan Osman (bio), Safiya Sinclair (bio), Wendy S. Walters (bio), and Phillip B. Williams (bio) The following roundtable was conceived towards the end of outlining the general shape and tenor of an undeniable resurgence—what one might even call, however provocatively, a renaissance—regarding contemporary poetry …
Ignis Fatuus
Ignis Fatuus Phillip B. Williams (bio) He is one of many points of light that seem, at first, distant enough to lead me away from my loneliness, and towardthe flourish-stillness-flourish of the heart when told imitate the varied stars that have failed to guide us; now imitate everythingbeneath the stars. But who is he? Phantom, filament at its brightest before blowing out, pattern made pattern because it was broken like a heart can never be but s…
Epitaph: Fragment
Epitaph:Fragment Phillip B. Williams (bio) I made myself into a map for youto find yourself. My body a destination a-swellwith topographies that, with strategy, could beplaced anywhere. Look at the back of my kneesfor gorges, at a tooth’s edge for danger.After rearranging me, try to teach memy self again. Even my face is foreignwith a language I never knew.Falling to you. What belonged to my spine’sporcelain cups stacked on their shelves of sinew…
The Caretaker
Research Article| March 01 2013 The Caretaker Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom's inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Blackbird and others. Ph…
If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin
Research Article| March 01 2013 [If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin] Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom's inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, …
Conversation: Tree & Cotton, and: Vapor, and: I Ararat (First Ararat)
Conversation: Tree & Cotton, and: Vapor, and: I Ararat (First Ararat) Phillip B. Williams (bio) Conversation: Tree & Cotton Goddamn! Everybody knows about Mississippi. What wind say in my tresses, blessing and scar what wind say in my blackbirded boughs, in my white flashbulbsknotted into fists of ash, is canticle. and pale rustling snaked into full moan. Goddamn! As though you could know what it feels like: Everyone relies on my upward scale for…
Dizzied by Sweat-Reek and Getting-It-On, A Pastor
Dizzied by Sweat-Reek and Getting-It-On, A Pastor Phillip B. Williams (bio) Dizzied by sweat-reek and getting-it-on, a pastor leans over the bed for his house shoes with the gossipy soles. Cricket in a tree outside the cracked window like a pacemaker. Peacemaker, for years he’d Jesused his way through rent and cheap groceries, his wife’s sleep a sentence missing its period while he finds his hands fluffing another woman’s thighs to lie on. You do…
To Forge the Gate, Its Keyhole, Its Pearl
Misericord
Misericord Phillip B. Williams (bio) Silence: the body down, as expected. A fragrance nets the room: incense or a night cap: a bee circles your open mouth’s liqueur, lands on the near-dry curve of your open eye. I close neither. The bee orbits your lens—black orchid mirror— kisses that rum-rushed door, gathers its reflection in an iris’s glossed amber, shivers pollen onto your lips, your eyelash. Is this what is meant by enter the light? Golden v…
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Dizzied by Sweat-Reek and Getting-It-On, A Pastor
Dizzied by Sweat-Reek and Getting-It-On, A Pastor Phillip B. Williams (bio) Dizzied by sweat-reek and getting-it-on, a pastor leans over the bed for his house shoes with the gossipy soles. Cricket in a tree outside the cracked window like a pacemaker. Peacemaker, for years he’d Jesused his way through rent and cheap groceries, his wife’s sleep a sentence missing its period while he finds his hands fluffing another woman’s thighs to lie on. You do…
To Forge the Gate, Its Keyhole, Its Pearl
Misericord
Misericord Phillip B. Williams (bio) Silence: the body down, as expected. A fragrance nets the room: incense or a night cap: a bee circles your open mouth’s liqueur, lands on the near-dry curve of your open eye. I close neither. The bee orbits your lens—black orchid mirror— kisses that rum-rushed door, gathers its reflection in an iris’s glossed amber, shivers pollen onto your lips, your eyelash. Is this what is meant by enter the light? Golden v…
Conversation: Tree & Cotton, and: Vapor, and: I Ararat (First Ararat)
Conversation: Tree & Cotton, and: Vapor, and: I Ararat (First Ararat) Phillip B. Williams (bio) Conversation: Tree & Cotton Goddamn! Everybody knows about Mississippi. What wind say in my tresses, blessing and scar what wind say in my blackbirded boughs, in my white flashbulbsknotted into fists of ash, is canticle. and pale rustling snaked into full moan. Goddamn! As though you could know what it feels like: Everyone relies on my upward scale for…
The Caretaker
Research Article| March 01 2013 The Caretaker Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom's inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Blackbird and others. Ph…
If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin
Research Article| March 01 2013 [If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin] Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom's inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, …
Ignis Fatuus
Ignis Fatuus Phillip B. Williams (bio) He is one of many points of light that seem, at first, distant enough to lead me away from my loneliness, and towardthe flourish-stillness-flourish of the heart when told imitate the varied stars that have failed to guide us; now imitate everythingbeneath the stars. But who is he? Phantom, filament at its brightest before blowing out, pattern made pattern because it was broken like a heart can never be but s…
Epitaph: Fragment
Epitaph:Fragment Phillip B. Williams (bio) I made myself into a map for youto find yourself. My body a destination a-swellwith topographies that, with strategy, could beplaced anywhere. Look at the back of my kneesfor gorges, at a tooth’s edge for danger.After rearranging me, try to teach memy self again. Even my face is foreignwith a language I never knew.Falling to you. What belonged to my spine’sporcelain cups stacked on their shelves of sinew…
Ignis Fatuus, and: Birth of the Doppelgänger
Ignis Fatuus*, and: Birth of the Doppelgänger* Phillip B. Williams (bio) IGNIS FATUUS* He is one of many points of light that seem, at first, distant enough to lead me away from my loneliness, and towardthe flourish-stillness-flourish of the heart when told imitate the varied stars that have failed to guide us; now imitate everythingbeneath the stars. But who is he? Phantom, filament at its brightest before blowing out, pattern made pattern becau…
Coming to the Clearing: Contemporary Black Poets in Conversation
Coming to the ClearingContemporary Black Poets in Conversation A. H. Jerriod Avant (bio), Joshua Bennett (bio), Rickey Laurentiis (bio), Ladan Osman (bio), Safiya Sinclair (bio), Wendy S. Walters (bio), and Phillip B. Williams (bio) The following roundtable was conceived towards the end of outlining the general shape and tenor of an undeniable resurgence—what one might even call, however provocatively, a renaissance—regarding contemporary poetry …
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