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Published Poetry
Published Short Fiction
The Whitehill Ghostwriter
Published Poetry
The Grandfather Clock
The Grandfather Clock
As if it was possible to have a conversation with a stationary object — Don’t object to this subject and be subjective in this objective…
Pierre Roustan
Mar 6, 2020
The Eyes of Iris
The Eyes of Iris
You stand on the chessboard alone, a queen without a king, And your warriors only blindly march to a different beat across tiles of grey…
Pierre Roustan
Mar 6, 2020
Invisible Father
Invisible Father
Like speaking into a brick wall, my voice futile and vile to the sound Of the static, sporadic and nonsensical, like, why are you bugging…
Pierre Roustan
Feb 20, 2020
Words That Cut and Heal
Words That Cut and Heal
They won’t abandon you in a ditch somewhere to die, Nor can they scry your next move and fly away Before you get to kick back at the…
Pierre Roustan
Feb 11, 2020
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