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Through the past Along forgotten memory lanes The constant thread of history Throbs under the mess of millennia. Seldom visible, Unless we make the effort to Comb through the back… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Through the past Along forgotten memory lanes The constant thread of history Throbs under the mess of millennia. Seldom visible, Unless we make the effort to Comb through the back… Continue Reading
This is old forest land. There is no forest here any longer. On the scars that are roads All things blur at speed. In the houses that were hollows On… Continue Reading
Those who don’t believe In legends or myths Or holy books claim To be realists. You will find they believe in nothing. In the sanctuary Of every story The truth… Continue Reading
To watch her drift into Forgetting was a forgettable Tragedy because she was dying, And although the freedom I would feel afterwards was not Apparent then, it would be A… Continue Reading
We think the dead have it easy When they’re gone, never think About the jungle of the afterlife In which they have to find their Way, the madness of heaven,… Continue Reading
Springscape. Pigeons frozen In trees, the knife of wind from The north cutting into blood Across heath and city. The Stasis of waiting for what Every year promises but The… Continue Reading
ANONYMOUS BIOGRAPHY Throughout his life, His privileged existence, With the wife-beater father, The subservient sister, The slightly soft brother, The invisible mother, He has been in denial, Has always seen… Continue Reading
constant from all sides the drip of accusation deceit need undeniable trauma those who don’t listen those who should be listened to give some ground there is no ground just… Continue Reading
The land reclaims the flesh, and The seasons whirr like the mechanism Of an old clock, Her body jerks and stills When the young lovers do come. She devours them… Continue Reading
The myopic wind Clatters around the trees, unable To find his way out. The goddess of wood, her long Hair in a pony tail, sleeps through The shrieking. He lashes… Continue Reading