The Ice
I thought I could just shrug it off,from one day to the next,a story, a place, another quest done,tick the box, move on. It’s impossible. I was there, years ago,steeped… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I thought I could just shrug it off,from one day to the next,a story, a place, another quest done,tick the box, move on. It’s impossible. I was there, years ago,steeped… Continue Reading
monochromecolours gonedimensions dissipatedno up no down no forwards no backwardsno black no white no shades no shadows no referenceno horizon this is not a veilit’s a wallthis is not beautyit’s… Continue Reading
The last few mornings, tired,I have crawled across the bed into the space you left,To wallow in your warmth, in your scent,For just a few momentsUntil I hear you downstairs,Rattling,… Continue Reading
The stars shift. Orion glowers.The Pole Star wanes and stutters,Extinguishes a gap in time,Bridges an nth dimension,Red and pale. The night shivers behind the moon, Its dominant light nothing but… Continue Reading
The morning, This morning,Seems the same until the sunFalls in through the window at a differentAngle, and life becomesA foreign country. All you know is what was, Never what is… Continue Reading
How do I grab seventeen years of words And wrap them into one pageWhen I can’t remember each detailOf that day you came to lifeAnd we shared cold toast and… Continue Reading
We passed the thieves on the road,Our hands full of silver,Their faces gold in the dying sun.We were faster than they,Horses against donkeys,Petrol against diesel,Honesty against truth. We pretend. A… Continue Reading
I have saved last year’s snow for you,stored it in the freezer next to my foodand other artefacts of past life,before scientific brutalities,the shedding of emotion,your loss,my loneliness,a sudden fear… Continue Reading
Such small hearts in all things.The dying mayflies litterdamp concrete by the front door,a solitary greenfly clings to the frame outsidewithin scent of the warmthrough the locking-out glass. Tick, tick,… Continue Reading
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.Histories Where should I start, And how do I begin?There are stories in all of usThat… Continue Reading