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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
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
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
When I’m exhausted or hyperactive, All the darkest parts of my soul Form themselves into words of stories, Of imagined catastrophes or successes, Depending on interpretation, blood, Guts, excesses of… Continue Reading
It seems like a different country now, The train ride over the bridge By the petrol station, that past Adrenaline to get up and get to The door replaced by… Continue Reading
The words in this final Therapy session Of this course; Torrential. The summing up of five Years of language And self-analysis Wrapped into fifty Minutes of monologue With the apt… Continue Reading
These are dangerous connections At any age. The eyes, the skinny fingers, The prominent veins on hands, The colour of the hair, a forest of Forgetting and forgiving, of inviting… Continue Reading
Less smoke, more fire. Candles on the cake A pyre of years, those Linear measures of lives. Less smoke, less noise, Flames as high as towers Warm hands on the… Continue Reading
The disease imbalances my chemicals, Walks silently through my House in the dark, lingers in corners & behind open doors, in sharp Angles wood creates against Lonely walls, hypotenuse to… Continue Reading
He always hedges his bets, Three on the go at the same time, Seperately, of course. A lot of Self-searching, imagined mainly, Because the tortured soul routine, Tortured poet actually,… Continue Reading