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too many people children dogs on the heath too much noise i fidget on my walk to stop my irritation from exploding into anger nothing calming out here today the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
too many people children dogs on the heath too much noise i fidget on my walk to stop my irritation from exploding into anger nothing calming out here today the… Continue Reading
Those icons on their self-built Pedestals, those corrupt Visceralities who spread Lies as fact, do not Wrestle With their conscience, for They have none. We might think They have no… Continue Reading
We were never meant to have A national identity. That way Always war lay. There was never a reason for Discrimination based on colour Except for the inferiors’ fear. Borders… Continue Reading
What once we were, Echoes of the classic myths Carved in a different alphabet Under the heat of a Mediterranean Sky. What once we were, In the battles’ mirrors, Untouchable… Continue Reading
the past creeps up on me from the most unexpected places to inflict its melancholy on my present moments burrow back to those days of immortality those hours that were… Continue Reading
When the box stayed in its corner, Connected for an hour a day By the fizzing crackling sound Of 9600 baud, the speed of light To us then, and similarly… Continue Reading
We have taken the night off from our marriage, Dance in the muted candlelight with whomever We choose, our plague masks held in place by Locked chains we cannot undo… Continue Reading
the lovers the betrayal the man who lied the skin the blindfold the chains the open mouth the honey the ant hill the farewell the white bones R 03/04/2023 21:20
We think the dead have it easy When they’re gone, never think About the jungle of the afterlife In which they have to find their Way, the madness of heaven,… Continue Reading
The wind is skittish today, The rain a swirl of shining dust, Seeking shelter from itself In every nook that’s open. The sky is so low it touches All the… Continue Reading