Day Three
Night Train To Lisbon, which I have just finished, has kindled many thoughts, all along separate paths. I started it at the end of 2021, so it’s been a very… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Night Train To Lisbon, which I have just finished, has kindled many thoughts, all along separate paths. I started it at the end of 2021, so it’s been a very… Continue Reading
On New Year’s Eve, actually New Year’s Day as it had gone midnight, I suddenly felt more than ever the claustrophobia this pandemic has inflicted on us. I wanted to… Continue Reading
Nowadays, the Christmas period is the time at which I take my longest holiday of the year. I don’t have it in me to take more than a week at… Continue Reading
the floodlights make the air visible swathes of atoms dance giant moths rise to the heat and light of the last evening of summer he stands outside the stadium awake… Continue Reading
scarred earth there were once three sisters before the days were named fires everywhere tall and bright and pale walking on the heath where the water runs… Continue Reading
Today’s the day. Today is the day. You are now free, if you so choose, to put more pressure on the already over-burdened NHS, to add to the queues for already underfunded… Continue Reading
Originally about the end of the cricket season, Season’s Close is also about the ending of any era, with the hope that the good times will be back before… Continue Reading
The same people pledging to increase Street lighting are those who turned The lights off because, they said, We had to save public money. The same people pledging to put… Continue Reading
I used to tell my children The darkness is your friend To help them sleep at night Even though I always slept With the curtains open Before I met their… Continue Reading
I saw death loitering By the back door Out of the corner of my eye, Briefly illuminated by the glow Of my pre-dawn cigarette. She sniffed at the smoke, Stepped… Continue Reading