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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
the wind from the north is an unwanted constant under the gunmetal motionsless sky no rainbows will cut through again in this age without sun the grey morass of weather… Continue Reading
A deadly sin signs every fall. Sins are not just things invented by religion. They are crimes against all humanity. What is pride but arrogance? And arrogance deceit? My friend… Continue Reading
The ghost passed by me In the garden disguised as wind, A barely noticeable breeze as succulent As fresh raspberries when summer Arrives as a memory of being young. It… Continue Reading
THE INSCRIPTION When he was young, he was immortal, And allowed many wounds to be inflicted On his spirit and flesh. When he grew old, he acquired mortality Which he… Continue Reading
They lived a flight of stairs Up from my parents’ flat in Germany, the American soldier And his wife. I was a young boy. She called one of her cakes… Continue Reading