Not a game any more
So, this is it. The review copies have gone out, the advance advance copy has come back with some wonderful words from Sir Ranulph Fiennes, and we’re all set for… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
So, this is it. The review copies have gone out, the advance advance copy has come back with some wonderful words from Sir Ranulph Fiennes, and we’re all set for… Continue Reading
It is here we kept the whales at bay,Here we built a home not a hut,Hung and painted and decorated itWith memory and a little hope. Around it we dug… Continue Reading
We plant our flag into the frozenTip of the planet, a failed gestureBecause someone else was here first. We try to seem hopeful not weary,Successful not beaten, but the picturesWon’t… Continue Reading
Several of my fb and twitter friends were kind enough last week to nominate me for a shorty award in the author category. Naturally, I entered into the full spirit… Continue Reading
Had we done things differently thenWould now have changed?A word in another place,A transposition of a scowl for a smile,A hand up instead of a push away? Time drags and… Continue Reading
This has been a difficult week. When considering this post, I realised how easy it is to write certain things into fiction rather than baring all as real people. Because… Continue Reading
I started writing this post in Marmalades in Norwich yesterday, but my Android phone let me get no further than the title, for some odd reason. I wanted to write… Continue Reading
This is not what I had dreamt of.My childhood’s goal is half a worldAway, at the top of the globe, north.But it was stolen from me, andI needed to succeed…. Continue Reading
Last week, last Thursday to be precise, I had one of those days which will remain in the memory for a long time. A day to evoke a variety of… Continue Reading
A New Language I tried to think of a new languageIn my old ageTo tell you I love youBut to build itWould leave you unbelievingNot able to understand. So I… Continue Reading