The Conductor
If you listened to my show yesterday, you’ll have heard me talking about a train conductor whom I’ve met a few times and whom I speak with whenever I see… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
If you listened to my show yesterday, you’ll have heard me talking about a train conductor whom I’ve met a few times and whom I speak with whenever I see… Continue Reading
Two poems today – today’s and yesterday’s. I am so grateful for libraries. I have a quiet 10 minutes each Tuesday in Norwich’s Central Library in the Forum before my… Continue Reading
Patina To him, when she appeared each day Just before the sun came up, and woke Him with the gentlest of touches, a Hint of a scent, she appeared solid… Continue Reading
I am posting this across all my platforms. It has nothing to do with writing, and everything to do with fear. I’m not a political analyst, but we’re now at… Continue Reading
He can’t afford a dentist to replace his Two missing front teeth middle-age Decay plucked from him. He talks, on His commuter train of anything but What he’s without, his… Continue Reading
Monday is always too hectic. Here are two poems. Catching up, and catching my breath. Dice The dice still roll. The big Man at the other end of This table… Continue Reading
How to measure a moment? A sigh, a touch, a look, The feeling of lasting, A low mutter in mutual sleep, The scent of old bed sheets, A frozen slice… Continue Reading
Catching up on poems. Patterns Lost words again. A puzzle in too many Different languages Waiting to be solved now. Too slow, the tinkering Of the mind with the dark,… Continue Reading
The wise father resists the urge To control even the wildest of daughters, Prefers to allow mistakes, remain as Sanctuary, help, at the most extreme Moments, in the hope that… Continue Reading
Time was durable, once, Always too much of it, Never passed quickly enough For us to let it go. It made Us search for more things To do so we… Continue Reading