55/2023
The mirror between her thighs Reflected the penitent man. He turned away. ‘This is where all men come From,’ she said. ‘Where they Go, before death claims them.’ He said… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The mirror between her thighs Reflected the penitent man. He turned away. ‘This is where all men come From,’ she said. ‘Where they Go, before death claims them.’ He said… Continue Reading
He does this every Friday, Plays the piano for the dying Children in a house of colours, Where grief dapples every moment With shadows in the corridors Outside the room… Continue Reading
wrap me in your quantum my dearest love reduce me to the invisible size of my emotions the whole world dancing on the head of an unseen pin twisted between… Continue Reading
I could write a thousand poems and stories about orifices, and none of them would be the truth. The darkness behind the inventions is too extreme to even contemplate in… Continue Reading
#Weather Nope. We talk about it too much already, Those conversations just an excuse For a lack of thought. R 20/02/2023 18:51
it’s been tremendous thanks bye actress to bishop writer to social media bishop to actress bond to villain it’s been R 19/02/2023 19:02
Here we are, At the edge of the world, Holding so many fates in Our trembling hands, and Looking into the abybss beyond Which there is nothing. How strange To… Continue Reading
I feign confidence to charm Whomever my voice and eyes Might reach, play the man Comfortable in his skin and work, While my brain mocks the lack Of progress, the… Continue Reading
He never let her finish, Always interrupted her, Wouldn’t allow the truth to Escape her lips, held Her back, denied her, Ignored her, locked Her into the narrow Room when… Continue Reading
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading