Fighting the black dogs
I spent most of yesterday evening, last night, and today fighting against the double broadside of unwanted and frustrating physical ailments and an attack by not one black dog but… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I spent most of yesterday evening, last night, and today fighting against the double broadside of unwanted and frustrating physical ailments and an attack by not one black dog but… 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
Some people have been busy telling me that everyone is tired of writing reviews. So be it. I can understand that. And it doesn’t just apply to book reviews. There’s… 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
Imagine this. You’re the captain of a village cricket team and you’re trying to get players together for a league match. You phone almost 50 people, and you manage to… Continue Reading