Dissent
I have now caught up on writing to all the #MastoPrompts I missed either through being away or being too busy or feeling under the weather. I have yet to… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I have now caught up on writing to all the #MastoPrompts I missed either through being away or being too busy or feeling under the weather. I have yet to… Continue Reading
Out of the dark forest, first light not Even a scratch in the gloom, she Glides over the dew and the mist, Black cloak wrapped tightly around Her, hood up,… Continue Reading
The men in suits who’ve never been under Bombs at night, pretend to be tough men, Play to what they think their domestic Audience and their Russian master want. It… Continue Reading
The crimes of conservatives around the World are crimes against humanity, no Longer just the urge to keep things as they Were, but the need to pile wealth upon wealth… Continue Reading
It’s been a tumultuous three or four days, and the political situation in the US is beyond belief and description, and beyond dangerous. Europe will be caught between the collaborating… Continue Reading
To cling to the past was never an option When all there was about it was a shred Of something that never was, not real, Not shared, not the dream… Continue Reading
Monday is too busy to get everything done, even if, like last night, I couldn’t sleep, and attempted to write my first poem in Greek (not yet finished). So here… Continue Reading
He’s never seen one in real life, But when he watches her, on the Raised ground overlooking the market, He imagines her as a heron, patient In one place, one… Continue Reading
Over electionless decades, America’s crematoria In the new labour camps became one of its Biggest growth industries, the country isolated From a world that would not play its racist games,… Continue Reading
The cave was almost too warm, now They’d discovered how to make their own Fire rather than dragging it down from Lightning-struck trees, this summer, and Invented a new word… Continue Reading