Day 145
The world is so full of heartbreak today I can do nothing more than share my love. 31 YEARS Sometimes we forget the road travelled And the pain of making… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The world is so full of heartbreak today I can do nothing more than share my love. 31 YEARS Sometimes we forget the road travelled And the pain of making… Continue Reading
The sky is full of man-made mysteries and secrets. I saw a steady glow moving through the Great Bear this morning, craning my neck so much it hurt, looking away… Continue Reading
You were wrong, Thomas Stearns, with your parchment voice, Your cracked vowels, your indifferent style of reading, And the hissing of your consonants, broken syllables. January is the month which… Continue Reading
Like any father, I spend much of my time thinking about my children’s relationships (or lack of) and happiness (or lack of). Not that I think they need to be… Continue Reading
The quiet start, the build-up of notes, before that voice, low at first, then soaring through the room, through space, through my heart. The radio on, in the echoing, mouldy… Continue Reading
I reject that autumn starts on the first of September. I reject that organised religion is faith. I reject that faith engenders violence. I reject that one faith is greater… Continue Reading
‘Fourteen.’ ‘Fourteen?’ ‘Fourteen!’ ‘Years?’ ‘Years.’ ‘Not months?’ ‘Not months.’ ‘You must feel old.’ ‘I do feel old.’ ‘Very old, I mean.’ ‘Well, not that old.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, maybe. I was… Continue Reading
When Dead Men was published in 2012, and after my publisher’s miniscule marketing budget had run out, one of my hobbies became carefully placing Dead Men advertising cards into other people’s… Continue Reading
This article was posted on an e-zine site a few months ago, and I thought the time was right to repost it here. May 1989 I work for a company… Continue Reading