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we’re all screaming into the void although we’re too tired to stand would rather lie down and sleep forever helpless to change things we thought our screaming would change the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
we’re all screaming into the void although we’re too tired to stand would rather lie down and sleep forever helpless to change things we thought our screaming would change the… 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
The smallness of death, The insignificance of turning The corner one day, full of life, And then, nothing, just an ending. The unexpected resonates In our chest cavity to create… Continue Reading
On this day The time differences cease Across the continents The ice cuts loose The sea smooths Into one tsunami Darkness is universal The birdsong stops The sun goes out…. 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
To ignore her would be Grievous, when she has Given him everything He needed when he Needed it most; the Consoling hand of Friendship and grace, The forgiving flesh Of… 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
Fata Morgana. Low above the Ice, a slice of Concave light, a Knowing glance, Emerged from the Ruins of endeavour. From the past, Legends reach us, In oral telling, of… Continue Reading
West London, very early morning, the sun Only just above the mews, the main Streets quiet, and only one smashed Glass by the pub opposite the knocked Down warehouses, vacant… Continue Reading
Her angelic face put him off initially; Too young, too innocent, Somewhere no man should go, So he ignored her as she rushed, All ponytail and swaying limbs, Another jogger… Continue Reading