Sandman
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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading
Saturday was more of a day away from the campaign trail than on it. I’d been asked a long time ago to do a set of poetry at the Turn… Continue Reading
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