Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s more years ago than I care to remember, that we managed to get over 200 people to protest outside Stradbroke Library against the threat of its closure. And it’s… Continue Reading
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading
Chapter 1 London, January 2014 My name is Molly Cloud, and I’m going to rob a museum. Chapter 2 London, 1635 On the… Continue Reading
Today is World Book Day, and I have challenged the twittersphere to celebrate by either buying a book, borrowing one from a library, or writing a review of a book…. Continue Reading
When you wake You will be a teenager,Somewhere between a child And an adult.Difficult.For you, and for me. A strange thing, growing up. We think we know who we are,And… Continue Reading
Back here, in real life, half-term over, and in the last week of February. One sixth of this year gone already, and Christmas still not fully digested, nor finances recovered…. Continue Reading
Not so much thought as thoughtlessness. Emptyingmy mind to be you, to see like you, to feel like you,to find something you might love. I leave the station, and follow… Continue Reading
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
I got an offer yesterday, from a small ebook publisher in the US, to publish one of my as yet unpublished novels, Bee Bones. The offer came as a result… Continue Reading