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They scatter their bodies across Our table overnight for us to Find in the morning. At least at this time of the year Most of their life is spent in… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
They scatter their bodies across Our table overnight for us to Find in the morning. At least at this time of the year Most of their life is spent in… Continue Reading
In the cinema in Scotland As a child, I watched Lost Horizon With my father, and that valley Shangri La was became a place I would lose myself in when… Continue Reading
The thing about the mind is That it always expects us to Exceed our own expectations Despite the impossibilities In that simple set of thoughts. We bend ourselves into the… Continue Reading
The truth is that I have no Paternal or parental bone in My body. My parenting skills Are imperfect, inadequate, and Made up on the fly. I don’t need An… Continue Reading
Imagine a man who always tells untruths knowingly And calls them the absolute truth, a man who swears On the book of all faiths and any faith that he tells… Continue Reading
Were I to exhibit all the things I treasure, The museum of my life would be bigger Than any house I have ever inhabited. The sound of clacking typewriters On… Continue Reading
The men stand in a line, waiting, No glass between them and her, Arrayed in order of size and girth For her to judge and weigh and Choose in this… Continue Reading
When we first kissed, I thought I saw A sliver of my soul escape into your Mouth at the first sip of you I took. The next day, I slept… Continue Reading
My shoulders take the entire weight Of my healing rest as I sprawl on The bed to ease the stiffness in the Crook of my back, electric current Manipulating the… Continue Reading
In those days, I lived In a Huguenot village, All street and no hiding plces, In a house that froze at night When all the stoves ran dry. Mornings were… Continue Reading