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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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
When we first kissed, I thought I saw A sliver of my soul escape into your Mouth at the first sip of you I took. The next day, I slept… Continue Reading
THE INSCRIPTION When he was young, he was immortal, And allowed many wounds to be inflicted On his spirit and flesh. When he grew old, he acquired mortality Which he… Continue Reading
They lived a flight of stairs Up from my parents’ flat in Germany, the American soldier And his wife. I was a young boy. She called one of her cakes… Continue Reading
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