79/2023
constant from all sides the drip of accusation deceit need undeniable trauma those who don’t listen those who should be listened to give some ground there is no ground just… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
78/2023
Here, in the clearing, where she sleeps With no cover, no house, no walls, no roof, She lingers in the grasp of the spells she Casts over the crumbling skeletons… Continue Reading
77/2023
At the confluence of her souls and forests, This magic sacred circle of hers, she feels The familiar pain as the trees shrink away From the encroaching world, felled as… Continue Reading
76/2023
The land reclaims the flesh, and The seasons whirr like the mechanism Of an old clock, Her body jerks and stills When the young lovers do come. She devours them… Continue Reading
75/2023
At the beginning of spring, she Carefully divides her old lovers, Thawed first, into quarters, and Buries them under the roots of The enormous treees that circle Her clearing in… Continue Reading
74/2023
Every time she feels observed, she turns To be met by the same male glaze, The eyes fixed below her neck, below her navel, The male glaze, the merging of… Continue Reading
73/2023
The myopic wind Clatters around the trees, unable To find his way out. The goddess of wood, her long Hair in a pony tail, sleeps through The shrieking. He lashes… Continue Reading
72/2023
everywhere is what is past the edge of the universe nowhere is what is between us and that edge everything is what is through the gateway to everwhere nothing is… Continue Reading
71/2023
Hubris Before the fall, the gods were kind, Looked benignly at the way humans Tried to make sense of the invisible Order of things, how they at first Tried to… Continue Reading