celebration
celebration yesterday’s sunset in the rearview mirror framed between black clouds. this morning’s awakening in the dark, my lover breathing by my side. coffee. soggy fields and hard paths, and… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
celebration yesterday’s sunset in the rearview mirror framed between black clouds. this morning’s awakening in the dark, my lover breathing by my side. coffee. soggy fields and hard paths, and… Continue Reading
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
earsplitting: politicians’ rhetoric the right wing cacophony lying alternative facts main stream media red top headlines brexiters libertarians extremists fake news mute: the damned the innocent the dying R 20/11/2023… Continue Reading
He’s the last one on the train As it rumbles its way to the terminus, Midnight long since gone, the night Empty and dense, rain drops on The glass. When… Continue Reading
His universe has shrunk. To the inside of a room. To the space within. It used to be panoramic infinity. Now it is monotony. The same every day. Seconds, weeks,… Continue Reading
As a child, as a young man even, He had this idea that life would be Perfect, something which now seems As strange and abstract a notion as Any. Yet… Continue Reading
time has wasted me dimensions skewed nothing straight sudden implosions of people spaces events into my private places sliced vision hevy legs arms head beds never enticed me for rest… Continue Reading
Life is a series of consequences. History is a record of those consequences, unvarnished history in any case, not just the history written by the victors. Migration has always existed…. Continue Reading
It was just a moment, and now He’s not sure he didn’t dream it. Night has ended, and still the Touch lingers, that vision on his Eyes, that sacred sight… Continue Reading
The architect of misery returns to the stage He left years ago with a tuneless whistle, His pockets now stuffed with cash, and makes Empty pronouncements from a chamber Unaccountable… Continue Reading