59/2023
The disease imbalances my chemicals, Walks silently through my House in the dark, lingers in corners & behind open doors, in sharp Angles wood creates against Lonely walls, hypotenuse to… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The disease imbalances my chemicals, Walks silently through my House in the dark, lingers in corners & behind open doors, in sharp Angles wood creates against Lonely walls, hypotenuse to… Continue Reading
He always hedges his bets, Three on the go at the same time, Seperately, of course. A lot of Self-searching, imagined mainly, Because the tortured soul routine, Tortured poet actually,… Continue Reading
The mirror between her thighs Reflected the penitent man. He turned away. ‘This is where all men come From,’ she said. ‘Where they Go, before death claims them.’ He said… Continue Reading
I could write a thousand poems and stories about orifices, and none of them would be the truth. The darkness behind the inventions is too extreme to even contemplate in… Continue Reading
Here we are, At the edge of the world, Holding so many fates in Our trembling hands, and Looking into the abybss beyond Which there is nothing. How strange To… Continue Reading
He never let her finish, Always interrupted her, Wouldn’t allow the truth to Escape her lips, held Her back, denied her, Ignored her, locked Her into the narrow Room when… 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
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
This underhand way Of waging war, hidden, to Rip malevolence into the Precincts of peace, unbidden Entrance through steel and flesh, Dead centre and sharp, to Overcome an imaginary enemy…. Continue Reading
I almost can’t bring myself To use barely in a sentence. It Smacks of a desperate writer Caught between purple prose and Something approaching reasonable Writing, someone so bound to… Continue Reading