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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
The honeymoon, a temporary bliss Away from the world we wished was A forever nirvana. It doesn’t work Like that. The real world has a way of Slithering through nonexistent… 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
I feel left undone and unfinished. The day has wearied itself and me. My mother used to recite: “If ifs and ands Were pots and pans, There’d be no work… Continue Reading
the stopped moment between here and the other mute rattle and gasp matter to matter race final thoughts a darkness the anomaly of separation without motion it was all just… 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
Triptych The left panel. Asparagus. Scent of Childhood. Sunday Torture. Melted Butter. The central panel. Untainted. Memory Of joy. Love Unbounded. Skin On skin. The final panel. Pain. The body… 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 phone call out of the blue, A voice from the distant past, One part of the jigsaw that had Made this life different and better, The voice which was… Continue Reading
No room, no chapel, No stair, no well, No outside, no in, No up, no down, No side, no roof, No door, no gate, No decoration, No jewels, No gold,… Continue Reading