Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Poetry

Ragged

‘Your fingers are white,’ she said. ‘It’s cold outside,’ he said, leaned back In the new chair on the wood floor She’d polished the day before. ‘An irrelevance.’ He didn’t… Continue Reading

Writing

enclose

moved. wrap. console. the empty space. spaces. blank. vacant. nothing here. bones as sand. all that. white. is pause. wrap. no heart beat. dust. arms. stretched. open. empty. nothing to… Continue Reading