167/2023
Imagine a man who always tells untruths knowingly And calls them the absolute truth, a man who swears On the book of all faiths and any faith that he tells… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Imagine a man who always tells untruths knowingly And calls them the absolute truth, a man who swears On the book of all faiths and any faith that he tells… Continue Reading
Were I to exhibit all the things I treasure, The museum of my life would be bigger Than any house I have ever inhabited. The sound of clacking typewriters On… 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 honeymoon, a temporary bliss Away from the world we wished was A forever nirvana. It doesn’t work Like that. The real world has a way of Slithering through nonexistent… Continue Reading
My shoulders take the entire weight Of my healing rest as I sprawl on The bed to ease the stiffness in the Crook of my back, electric current Manipulating the… Continue Reading
I feel left undone and unfinished. The day has wearied itself and me. My mother used to recite: “If ifs and ands Were pots and pans, There’d be no work… Continue Reading
the stopped moment between here and the other mute rattle and gasp matter to matter race final thoughts a darkness the anomaly of separation without motion it was all just… Continue Reading
In those days, I lived In a Huguenot village, All street and no hiding plces, In a house that froze at night When all the stoves ran dry. Mornings were… Continue Reading
Triptych The left panel. Asparagus. Scent of Childhood. Sunday Torture. Melted Butter. The central panel. Untainted. Memory Of joy. Love Unbounded. Skin On skin. The final panel. Pain. The body… Continue Reading