Richard Pierce

Poetry

Birth

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

Poetry

Birthday Talk

‘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