Magenta
These days, it ebbs And flows, My magenta mood, The colour of melancholy, Fear, lack of belief, A sense Of senselessness. Today is a day when The mood is a… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
These days, it ebbs And flows, My magenta mood, The colour of melancholy, Fear, lack of belief, A sense Of senselessness. Today is a day when The mood is a… Continue Reading
That day, he thought he had won Her over with his scintillating lies, The stories he made up of a past he Never had, of lives and loves only Ever… Continue Reading
He is permanently tense, Like he used to be before going On stage, or out to bat, Putting himself on public display With the notion of constant failure. His writing… Continue Reading
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading
Die Zikaden schweigen im Schatten. Der Tag war lang und schwer. Der Wind ist zu warm. Hier am Friedhof beim Meer Sind die Bäume weiß bemalt. Die Farbe schmilzt in… Continue Reading
She was Powerless to Overcome her Neverending Tenderness for A man Never Entirely happy Or at ease Under the Spite of his mind. Coming to her Overcame his Madness for… Continue Reading
The ground of the rebellion forest Is thick with age, Kett’s footsteps Long gone under the layers of Time passed, the hollows more Shallow now than then. In the Middle… Continue Reading
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading
The truth is that I have no Paternal or parental bone in My body. My parenting skills Are imperfect, inadequate, and Made up on the fly. I don’t need An… 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