Precious Metals
It’s almost a month since our 25th wedding anniversary. Real life reclaimed us all too quickly after a wonderful two days in Torrevieja where we retook our vows, witnessed by… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s almost a month since our 25th wedding anniversary. Real life reclaimed us all too quickly after a wonderful two days in Torrevieja where we retook our vows, witnessed by… Continue Reading
There is an oddityIn you not being just one man’s museAny longer.I have heard the words and songsYour lover has written for you,And they are true. I could never hold… Continue Reading
This evening, I was massaging the feet of one of my daughters. She’s 19 now, and a father does what a father does. I was reminded, and spoke to her, of… Continue Reading
Not a day seems to have passed sinceI last put pen to paper for you,For the passing of yet another year,For you growing beyond me,Past my understanding. February.It’s a month… Continue Reading
In memory of LHI. My mind is full, butMy mouth is empty.I scribble the mind onto another pageWithout speaking.I have grief on my mind,Of an unknown kind. II. The taste… Continue Reading
The sky looks further away through the camera, And smaller, Not endless like we expect it to be, And the moon looks tiny. The screen lies. When you listened to… Continue Reading
The darkness is our friend.I said that when you were little.I still say it. On a different soil, then,We chased a storm together,And its thunder.We reached it sooner than we… Continue Reading
The moon, steeped in old blood,Sighs below the horizon, waiting,Waiting for the sun,Opposite axis,Opposite pole,Opposing light. She moves, airless,Anticipates,A rock for a heart,The warmth to melt it,To feel again. For… Continue Reading
end-of-summer webs woven against the walland the cloud an ovaryacross the moonswaysthe evening stillcoolbreath standingin the vacuum life as slow as lifeand faster than lightthe cosmoswe are the cosmos we… Continue Reading
I am a man of sand. All about me is constructed and mechanical My automatic brain tells me Until I wake and can’t move For the tiredness in every cell… Continue Reading