Stasis
I’ve been in a period of stasis for a little while, mainly health and tiredness induced. So now I’m going on hols. Perhaps my mojo will come bck. But here’s… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I’ve been in a period of stasis for a little while, mainly health and tiredness induced. So now I’m going on hols. Perhaps my mojo will come bck. But here’s… Continue Reading
It was the parents in Germany who attached the Advisory to me, scared of their little darlings Picking up the wrong lessons from the Englishman with earrings and hardly any… Continue Reading
M and I got married 34 years ago today. That in itself is a blessing for me. If only I could remember all the words I have written for you,… Continue Reading
We’re already there. Where no-one leaves their doors unlocked, Where suspicion is the prime emotion, Where the sick are a burden, Where the poor are third class, Where trans people… Continue Reading
On her table, he is a collection Of meridians and channels, Pulses, emotions, and phases, A puzzle of flesh, sinews, and bones, A network of blockages and gates That need… Continue Reading
Two poems from one prompt today. Misery Misery treats itself to an espresso In one of the many hardly populated Cafés in the city centre. It chooses To sit right… Continue Reading
I was never meant to be a parent, My own mistreated childhood a Precursor to any kind of fears and Nightmares that being alone and grown Bring, living without a… Continue Reading
Limbo has its own peculiar Emptiness; nothing behind, nothing Ahead, a bright contradiction in The darkness of depression, a powerlessness In the face of decisions made beyond Our grasp, injustices… Continue Reading
This is what disturbs us, The poets, painters, writers, Over-thinkers, Low self-esteemers, Day dreamers, Night screamers, The restless, Hungry for morers, The lost, the lonely, The found; contentedness, Which seems… Continue Reading
Outside this space is a succession of More empty spaces, all in neat deserted Rows of loneliness invisible behind the Voids without markers. The whimpers Of aloneness have no signs… Continue Reading