A L’Inconnue 2018
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
fens flatboots dark parchmenttrees straight and vagueamid a massacre of uprooted siblingsopen fieldstiny horsesshrubland soil dunestilled and tiltedwild hair under his russian hatsudden sunparched sand unrestedfaded haystacks mouldypylon robots stalkinglonely… Continue Reading
Despite what you said you believed, A mind like yours cannot just go out like a light, Cannot be switched off like a machine, Nor disappear into the nothing.The dark is… Continue Reading
What is the proof of love,If there is proof,And not just blind faithOr shape? Is it the curved mouth Or the lack of attentionOr the inadequate wordsBefore and after the… Continue Reading
The blackbird belly-breathes in the hedge,Thicket awash with the rain and broken branchesThe storm left behindOf its clouds and whitewash. It watches the plume of its breath escape,Claws at it with… Continue Reading
You ask me to send you money for shoes.I send you a pair you’ve left here. As I’m looking for a box to put them in –You know how bad… Continue Reading
It’s a mythThat you come of age at 21,That you know then what you want to be,That you know then who you are,That life from there is painless. It was… Continue Reading
With all the different lives you leadIt’s so difficult to get hold of you. That’s what parents do, I suppose;Chase youth until they run out of breath And grow old…. Continue Reading
I am thankful that words are immortal,That we leave something behind when we go,Some things our people can touch and read and understand. I am thankful for the too many words… Continue Reading
We went to a gig on your birthday’s eve,You and I, just another dad and daughter,And you with a shirt in your jacket pocketTo give to your favourite singer,A blonde… Continue Reading