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The state media will not broadcast Any criticism of its state nor the state Of it. There is silence in the corridors Where decisions are made in rooms Behind closed… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The state media will not broadcast Any criticism of its state nor the state Of it. There is silence in the corridors Where decisions are made in rooms Behind closed… Continue Reading
When she unlocks the cellar door for The first time in a decade, the Familiar scent of the damp takes her Even further back, to her first time. She switches… Continue Reading
The order of things, of everything, Is unclear in the mess of paper On the huge desk in front of him. Putting all these memories into Some kind of chronology… Continue Reading
His collar is steel, gilded In red silk or whichever colour Matches his clothes of the day. Sometimes it’s the colour of His skin, and only if you look Closely… Continue Reading
Today’s glorious warmth has made Me homesick for Crete and the village That’s become my home. I went for a Long slow stroll in the sun and Watched the rush… Continue Reading
I stand in the garden for the Duration of a cigarette, my Shirt off, in the heat and the Sun, trying to absorb as much Vitamin D as this final… Continue Reading
That’s where he first learned The real speed of words. The Clack of the keys, the bell and Rasp of the return, a satisfying Cacophony of mechanicals, And the soft… Continue Reading
Behind the dense trees Back in her holy clearing, She takes her treasure from Her leather bag, human skin Taut from age and supple with Use, turns the shining circle… Continue Reading
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading
The day before yesterday was the end of an era. It was the last ever Stephen Bumfrey show on BBC Radio Norfolk. I was fortunate enough to be asked to… Continue Reading