#InternationalWomensDay
For all the women on this planet, this poem is the most popular that I’ve performed in public. Grab the equality you should have with both hands.Numbers Often,You make yourself… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
For all the women on this planet, this poem is the most popular that I’ve performed in public. Grab the equality you should have with both hands.Numbers Often,You make yourself… Continue Reading
Goalkeepers It’s always like this.The last line of defence,The final cliché.We are the ones who suffer. Even in victory,Each weakness, misjudgement,Is sentenced a callous on our selves,And in defeatOurs is… Continue Reading
Sculptures.The now world, the new world,Assigns a commercial possibilityTo each anniversary,And not the precious metals of loveForged in the flames of time. The wood creaks under the passing of it…. Continue Reading
today we celebratean accident of birththe discrimination of wealtha country that feeds its royals but not its needya distorted image of love with an agendathe gulf between the great unwashedand… Continue Reading
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