23 x 52 x 7 x 24 x 60 x 60
I have walked these yearsAnd failed to keep your pace.Often. I have stepped outBeside youAnd lost your handIn the race to the mundane. We forget what we live for. In… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I have walked these yearsAnd failed to keep your pace.Often. I have stepped outBeside youAnd lost your handIn the race to the mundane. We forget what we live for. In… Continue Reading
Not so much thought as thoughtlessness. Emptyingmy mind to be you, to see like you, to feel like you,to find something you might love. I leave the station, and follow… Continue Reading
The last few mornings, tired,I have crawled across the bed into the space you left,To wallow in your warmth, in your scent,For just a few momentsUntil I hear you downstairs,Rattling,… Continue Reading
The things I wish for always disappear. I don’t see enough of you,naked,in the soft light of day,nor in the harshness of artificial light,now I think about it.Routine and habits… Continue Reading
I wrote this the evening after our first date. A Better Song This is a fragment. This is only a piece of it.Nothing more than a glimpse of the darkness,a… Continue Reading