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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
The nonexistent house with its nonexistent roof is colder than the thermometer would have you think, the invisible walls mouldy with the damp of the absent care of caring capitalism… Continue Reading
most see it as a straight line an undeviating arrow made from the mysteries of maths and buzzing with numbers indecipherable equations where only one correct answer is ever possible… Continue Reading
He does this every Friday, Plays the piano for the dying Children in a house of colours, Where grief dapples every moment With shadows in the corridors Outside the room… Continue Reading
Here we are, At the edge of the world, Holding so many fates in Our trembling hands, and Looking into the abybss beyond Which there is nothing. How strange To… Continue Reading
I feign confidence to charm Whomever my voice and eyes Might reach, play the man Comfortable in his skin and work, While my brain mocks the lack Of progress, the… Continue Reading