A Gift
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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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