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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
Yearning is a difficult word, so laden with Overwriting and its purple colour, It can’t be used For normal life. It’s an overbearing thing, Overused and empty of heft. Simple… Continue Reading
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
He treats the flight like any other In the days air travel was still a thing. Flight time 3 days, not the 3 hours for the Mediterranean islands then. Alone… 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
Peace feels like an impossibility, Indoctrinated feet marching across an Invaded country fighting for its Independence from the old-school tyrant. There is cold, and there’s real cold, Where hands drop… Continue Reading
Distilling the world into its essence, We are left with nothing but straight Lines, where even what we see as circles Are fashioned from tangents around An empty space. All… Continue Reading
Love spoils everything. It is An aberration of the spirit, Overcomes the will of the flesh, Turns it old and stagnant. Love is a blight on Unbridled and multiple lusts… 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