Promise
In these hours, I try to make quiet Moments to stopper this pain, and Imagine what would have become Of me had all my muses before the Final one kept… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In these hours, I try to make quiet Moments to stopper this pain, and Imagine what would have become Of me had all my muses before the Final one kept… Continue Reading
He moves the pieces around the board Without seeing them, his muscle memory Responses to the other side accurate, his Brain active with some other thought, some Other game, some… Continue Reading
the horizon is a screen life a drive-in cinema where nothing is real until it’s real the canvas of our pictures a window for others the frame a border the… Continue Reading
I give the finger to the fighter jet And the dark cloud it’s flying through. I’m lucky. I’m not either side of The Gaza border filled with dread At bombs… Continue Reading
progress has made fools of us when we have shaped software into the hardness of learning by rote and carved our own demise into the code of the machines with… Continue Reading
Time bends around this silence, Heavy with the absence of light. The stillness is absolute, halted history, Lasting paralysis, stasis. We had hoped for better. We hope every time. What… Continue Reading
Fragile, meaning. It shatters the morning after, When passion dissipates, when The daylight adds the sharp edges To everything, the sharp edges All things already have, The knowledge that nothing… Continue Reading
There is a ripeness about the scent of sweat Which suggests a physical task well done, A night of loving, a day of sporting chances, The completion of a longed-for… Continue Reading
Neither love nor loss are stilled By the passing years and youth, Nor the edges of that memory Extinguished when the light fades At the end of one cycle beginning… Continue Reading
When I walk into Norwich on the Road I choose when I want the world’s company, It reminds me of Green Lanes in my 1980s Harringay, a bustle of shops… Continue Reading