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His bones knock against each other In the way separate parts of one Collapsing sculpture collide. He Knew from the start that Convalescence was just a Euphemism for slowly dying,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
His bones knock against each other In the way separate parts of one Collapsing sculpture collide. He Knew from the start that Convalescence was just a Euphemism for slowly dying,… Continue Reading
One of the gods of war, Punished for his transgressions By being turned into a cat With a permanent sneer And unfathomable eyes, Pollinates the poppies by Rubbing his wire… Continue Reading
A hole in the silence, Vacuum in the nothing, Denser than the quantum, Darkness beyond lightless, Weight past measure. No time, No motion, No space, No being. When the centre… Continue Reading
Fata Morgana. Low above the Ice, a slice of Concave light, a Knowing glance, Emerged from the Ruins of endeavour. From the past, Legends reach us, In oral telling, of… Continue Reading
We have reached the age, And perhaps all ages have been Like this, just not as obviously So, more educated and literate As we are if we have escaped, Where… Continue Reading
Their love affair was always very Lopsided. She was over six foot In flats, and he reached barely Up to her naked shoulders, the Space between her clavicles Where he… Continue Reading
He didn’t notice all The crucifixes in her kitchen Until one of them forced Its way through his chest, Crossed arms first, and Pinned him to the wall. He Didn’t… Continue Reading
Crisis point now, in the Launderette, dead flesh Roasting in the dryer, Flies on a carousel in The deserted chamber, Where we danced our First imitation matrimonial Ceremony, the washing… Continue Reading
The full version: We had a hollow time of it, Inbetween the empty weekends, When nothing happened but The ringing of the plague bells Up and down every street Of… Continue Reading
Two crowns of shame in the official portraits, self-declared official. Blood diamonds. Self-awarded honours always reek of something invented not real, undeserved. The blood is real. It drips down their… Continue Reading