The Monthly Cycle
Once a month, she tries to steal The moon, climbs to the top of The tallest tree in her forest, as Naked as she was born, and Makes a grab… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Once a month, she tries to steal The moon, climbs to the top of The tallest tree in her forest, as Naked as she was born, and Makes a grab… Continue Reading
Still a dearth of new music. But creatives need time off, too, and folk don’t really have much money to spend in January (or any other time right now, come… Continue Reading
My son thinks I look like a time traveller In the hat he gave me and the suit one Of my daughters gifted me. I’ve never Been able to lie,… Continue Reading
The damp cellar consumed it all; That first letter begging you to marry me, And the marriage licence in the same Envelope, your childhood memories In the same suitcase we… Continue Reading
However hard he had tried, He hadn’t managed to outfox Life, this life he’d expected and Hoped would be perfect. No Bumps on the road, no pesky Inconveniences that would… Continue Reading
If we were inclined to believe Everything we read, we’d all be Raving fascists like Trump, Musk, Farridge, Jenrick, and all the others Obsessed with the ethnic cleansing Of the… Continue Reading
There will be no light today. We lie at the top of the cliff To watch the shadows drift in to shore. As soon as we hear the small boats… Continue Reading
The 12-day canopy of unreal Life has been taken down. Harsh reality falls back into Living, darkness again the Force is always was, without The fairy lights and trees, And… Continue Reading
Out of the darkness they hauled her, Gave her the strap in public until Her back covered the ground in Black blood, transparent sweat, But no tears. They were busy… Continue Reading
A new year, and nothing really changes. It’s been an obsession of mine to stop looking at these artificial delineations in time (and the philosophical and physics issue is that… Continue Reading