According to The Best American Poetry, Phillip B. Williams, MFA ’14, “sings for the vanished, for the haunted, for the tortured, for the lost, for the place on the horizon where the little boat of the human body disappears in a wingdom of unending grace.” His talent recently won him a 2017 Whiting Award, and his first full-length collection of poems, Thief in the Interior, has racked up a host of accolades including an NAACP Image Award nomination for outstanding literary work in poetry.
From the book:
God As A Failed Figuration
A reflection, a figment of a figment
of the imagination. The male figure stands
by himself, obscured. When he lifts his hands
lightning scythes below. From his weary blues
blues spill out but nothing around can
define how. Emptily the blues signify.
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