Birth
That night,Under the full moon,At the bottom of the garden,I toasted you with the last can of beer I had,You and your mother, already upstairs,You new, in the old basketNext… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
That night,Under the full moon,At the bottom of the garden,I toasted you with the last can of beer I had,You and your mother, already upstairs,You new, in the old basketNext… Continue Reading
‘Fourteen.’ ‘Fourteen?’ ‘Fourteen!’ ‘Years?’ ‘Years.’ ‘Not months?’ ‘Not months.’ ‘You must feel old.’ ‘I do feel old.’ ‘Very old, I mean.’ ‘Well, not that old.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, maybe. I was… Continue Reading
We have tainted our faiths and freedomsWith thought and word and deed.We have poisoned our world with moulded and molten lead. We have tainted ourselves with the bloodOf those each… Continue Reading
It is always awful when one of our Goalkeepers’ Union is taken from us. Even more so when it’s through violence, not age. So, in memory of Senzo Meyiwa, two… Continue Reading
You’re too old for meTo teach you any lessonsAny more. I’m too old to believeIn any lessonsI might have been taught. We are all bornAt the foot of a well.We… Continue Reading
The moon, A half of what it was,Glowers,Ashamed,A-hidden,Behind the tops of roofs,Of trees,In silence. Night closes Around what shines,A narrow coneOf uncounted light,Just an echo Of the sun,An unrehearsed refrain…. Continue Reading
fuck those words I waste on the media socialon the bullies who don’t understand fuck i could write thatinto a poem or a novelor a letter fuck black ink i… Continue Reading
You don’t know how much I love you AlthoughI spend nights awakeWhole nightsAnd nights awayWhole nightsAnd sleeplessLike the one nowAnd tomorrow And yesterdayBecause it doesn’t stop, in my head You… Continue Reading
I. The lights go out over Europe Where war is too remote for understanding. Though it’s less than a generation Since genocide. #lestweforget II. #LightsOut In homes without walls In… Continue Reading
I have walked these yearsAnd failed to keep your pace.Often. I have stepped outBeside youAnd lost your handIn the race to the mundane. We forget what we live for. In… Continue Reading