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It’s before dawn. Behind him, the sun surges below The city line, light lost To other continents. The Globe is smaller than Imagined. In front of him, High up in… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s before dawn. Behind him, the sun surges below The city line, light lost To other continents. The Globe is smaller than Imagined. In front of him, High up in… Continue Reading
It’s been one of those days again, when I’ve run out of time. It’s been a manic day, M and A’s train was late, and it took half an hour… Continue Reading
Last night you said good-bye to me for the last time,Closed the airtight door behind you,And flew out into deep spaceBecause that’s where you said you wanted to beWithout ever… Continue Reading