Day 248
magic the morning has an edge of the ill-defined about it. last night’s rain has evaporated into imagination and loss, the lightning an illusion of the dark, a lie of… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
magic the morning has an edge of the ill-defined about it. last night’s rain has evaporated into imagination and loss, the lightning an illusion of the dark, a lie of… Continue Reading
One of the first things I was told about writing poetry was “Only write what you know about. Don’t write about things you see on the TV.” I always thought… Continue Reading