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At the beginning, it fizzed in the corner Of the room for an hour a day at most, Seldom used, never listened to, a slave To necessity, a pain, a… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
At the beginning, it fizzed in the corner Of the room for an hour a day at most, Seldom used, never listened to, a slave To necessity, a pain, a… Continue Reading
In the sense of being Filled with fright and Anxiety, she was frightful When he saw her Cowering in the corner Of the deserted house, Muck around her face And… Continue Reading
Her squint essential to his love. Without that imperfection she Would no longer have been beautiful To him, no longer the person he First glimpsed across the counter When he… Continue Reading
bind it tight that loose bag of flesh and bones before it escapes from the bed you made for it and it runs from your over-affectionate lust such a rigid… Continue Reading
His parents always read The Express, Even had it shipped To Germany in those Early days of ex-pat Torture, broken German, the flimsy Pages of home. Or so it seemed…. Continue Reading
In the self-proclaimed upper Echelons of beauty, feelings Are way down the list of Important things to take Care of. There are bigger Beasts to tame; Socials, Parties, Networks, Cameras,… Continue Reading
To watch her drift into Forgetting was a forgettable Tragedy because she was dying, And although the freedom I would feel afterwards was not Apparent then, it would be A… Continue Reading
chart music numbs with boredom old music with regret once upon a time dirges in the park irrelevant memory there is still life in the ageing brain not a still… Continue Reading
It was an age to collect. Waste filled the skies, The streets, the water. Dying things left their Teeth and bones on The rotting shores for Us to pick up… Continue Reading
an abstract formed from the iridescent vacuum time leaves behind the trail of past present future a chorus descant discordant with no meaning but being a cloud of inconsequence over… Continue Reading