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These are dangerous connections At any age. The eyes, the skinny fingers, The prominent veins on hands, The colour of the hair, a forest of Forgetting and forgiving, of inviting… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
These are dangerous connections At any age. The eyes, the skinny fingers, The prominent veins on hands, The colour of the hair, a forest of Forgetting and forgiving, of inviting… Continue Reading
Peace feels like an impossibility, Indoctrinated feet marching across an Invaded country fighting for its Independence from the old-school tyrant. There is cold, and there’s real cold, Where hands drop… Continue Reading
Distilling the world into its essence, We are left with nothing but straight Lines, where even what we see as circles Are fashioned from tangents around An empty space. All… Continue Reading
Love spoils everything. It is An aberration of the spirit, Overcomes the will of the flesh, Turns it old and stagnant. Love is a blight on Unbridled and multiple lusts… Continue Reading
Less smoke, more fire. Candles on the cake A pyre of years, those Linear measures of lives. Less smoke, less noise, Flames as high as towers Warm hands on the… Continue Reading
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 nonexistent house with its nonexistent roof is colder than the thermometer would have you think, the invisible walls mouldy with the damp of the absent care of caring capitalism… Continue Reading
most see it as a straight line an undeviating arrow made from the mysteries of maths and buzzing with numbers indecipherable equations where only one correct answer is ever possible… 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