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Springscape. Pigeons frozen In trees, the knife of wind from The north cutting into blood Across heath and city. The Stasis of waiting for what Every year promises but The… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Springscape. Pigeons frozen In trees, the knife of wind from The north cutting into blood Across heath and city. The Stasis of waiting for what Every year promises but The… Continue Reading
independence was an anchor inside him until it was broken by the pain of daily drudge deliberately inflicted by those who wanted to suppress by inflicting existential fear in each… Continue Reading
ANONYMOUS BIOGRAPHY Throughout his life, His privileged existence, With the wife-beater father, The subservient sister, The slightly soft brother, The invisible mother, He has been in denial, Has always seen… Continue Reading
I carry guilt about everything Around with me everywhere. It is a toxic chemical in my system Which throws me off balance; my Mind, my body, my soul – if… Continue Reading
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
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