Outfit
It was a lie. Summer was meant to Outfit him with enough Heat to last a year. It ran out before The autumn solstice, The last few days A grey… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It was a lie. Summer was meant to Outfit him with enough Heat to last a year. It ran out before The autumn solstice, The last few days A grey… Continue Reading
Science cannot understand Creativity nor the act of creation. Its verdict on art is – nice but Not necessary, want but not need. It has translated this into what it… Continue Reading
Olives only fruit from new growth. There must be a pruning after each harvest For a fresh one to grow. There can be No towering majesty in the fight To… Continue Reading
Why rain translates into depression For June babies is another unknown. But humans are meant to be adaptable and Resourceful, AI argues. In fact, we are the Repositories of all… Continue Reading
We are the museums of absent things. Love, sun, warmth, cats. Tenderness. Money. Time. In the scheme of absent things, Nothing weighs more heavy Than what isn’t there. In the… Continue Reading
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