Two poems
Yesterday I ran out of time to put up yesterday’s #MastoPrompt poem, so here are yesterday’s and today’s in one post. God The fingers that reach into his brain Are… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Yesterday I ran out of time to put up yesterday’s #MastoPrompt poem, so here are yesterday’s and today’s in one post. God The fingers that reach into his brain Are… Continue Reading
The two sheds at the end of the garden Are full of the jumble of past lives, Waiting for the weather to be drier, Warmer, more patient, so we can… Continue Reading
It’s been an awfully long time since I used #MastoPrompt to write a new poem and to wing it, and to trust my instincts, and my talent. But today, I… Continue Reading
ALREADY SEEN Already seen, The ancients, before buildings Clustered around this bay, where Europa forced her bull to land, The waves thrashing around their legs Onto the rocks of the… Continue Reading
I’m cross-posting this on my two main platforms, because I think it’s important. I saw an interview with Netanyahu last night and wrote this while I was watching. He is,… Continue Reading
surface tension not even in the corridors of tradition-hobbled government buildings does this beast raise its head, civil and uncivil servants scurrying along robots of invisibly prescribed policy and hunger… Continue Reading
She saw him out of the corner Of her one still-functioning eye as She rushed across the deserted bridge To her one-bedroomed cupboard south Of the oppressive river, and stopped…. Continue Reading
long lists shirt lists unfinished lists imaginary lists incomplete scribbled typed one-handed urgent useless hounding hounded lists lists lists unstarted unread untought overthought seconds going indecision lost words lost actions… Continue Reading
Her eyes were opaque, at best, When he first looked into them, and That was what attracted him, who Thought he knew everything about Human nature, because he couldn’t See… Continue Reading
These are no longer my thoughts, My actions, my words, movements, Feelings. They come from that Foreign force within that hijacks, Has always, my body, my being, When there is… Continue Reading