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I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
It was a kiss like a thousand others. Tongues, hands, fingers, full body, Skin and flesh, the instinctual Mechanisms of arousal, the urge To reproduce, the end result a Joining… Continue Reading
I am accumulating more idiosyncracies Than my origin should permit – Bright colours against the grey of day, The underside of a wren scaling the sky – I am not… Continue Reading
Winter has harvested its crop Of lives, and planted misery Instead of wheat into the fallow Soil, bare land as far as eyes dare To look, as bleak as eyes… Continue Reading
There is nothing legendary about this era; It is the detritus of made-up myths and ideologies, The remnants of something only liars believe in, Their faiths questionable at most, And… Continue Reading
king coronation stolen diamonds in a crown above a scottish stone king coronation stolen taxes for a three-day weekend of hollow celebration king coronation stolen moments from a history of… Continue Reading
She laid out her sketchpad and pencils, Half-hidden from the masculine shape on The dais at the centre. He was never averse To taking his clothes off in public, and… Continue Reading
I am aware of your need for international Western friendships, Volodymyr, but beware Of being used by the English for their own Domestic purposes of mashing the poor And hungry… Continue Reading
plead another word for beg on our knees submissive last resort negation of self of no value sacrifice no self-esteem grovelling covered in the shit of living dominated no free… Continue Reading
We have grown older without noting The time gone, but, like ex First Violins With the Philharmonic, we’re afraid now To take our instruments from their cases To play them… Continue Reading