Day 325
THE FORGETTING Kett’s spectres, on a 21st century November Evening, in the quicksand wet gloaming, Falling leaves and the remnant of days On the forest floor, chasing around the trees,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
THE FORGETTING Kett’s spectres, on a 21st century November Evening, in the quicksand wet gloaming, Falling leaves and the remnant of days On the forest floor, chasing around the trees,… Continue Reading
Fog drops suddenly. The sky pale blue on one side, opaque white on the other. The trees away, out there, separated by time, not shrouded, cloaked or hidden. Two dimensions… Continue Reading