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The ground of the rebellion forest Is thick with age, Kett’s footsteps Long gone under the layers of Time passed, the hollows more Shallow now than then. In the Middle… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The ground of the rebellion forest Is thick with age, Kett’s footsteps Long gone under the layers of Time passed, the hollows more Shallow now than then. In the Middle… Continue Reading
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading
They scatter their bodies across Our table overnight for us to Find in the morning. At least at this time of the year Most of their life is spent in… Continue Reading
In the cinema in Scotland As a child, I watched Lost Horizon With my father, and that valley Shangri La was became a place I would lose myself in when… Continue Reading
The thing about the mind is That it always expects us to Exceed our own expectations Despite the impossibilities In that simple set of thoughts. We bend ourselves into the… Continue Reading
The truth is that I have no Paternal or parental bone in My body. My parenting skills Are imperfect, inadequate, and Made up on the fly. I don’t need An… Continue Reading
Despite all the money flooding in, he Felt like a beggar. Even being PM had Given him a poor return on the lies he’d Invested in his future, when he’d… Continue Reading
The only vocabulary which is limited is the one imposed on us by convention. Writers have endless words at their disposal. It is our task, after all, to tell the… Continue Reading
Imagine a man who always tells untruths knowingly And calls them the absolute truth, a man who swears On the book of all faiths and any faith that he tells… Continue Reading
Were I to exhibit all the things I treasure, The museum of my life would be bigger Than any house I have ever inhabited. The sound of clacking typewriters On… Continue Reading