Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I have saved last year’s snow for you,stored it in the freezer next to my foodand other artefacts of past life,before scientific brutalities,the shedding of emotion,your loss,my loneliness,a sudden fear… Continue Reading
Such small hearts in all things.The dying mayflies litterdamp concrete by the front door,a solitary greenfly clings to the frame outsidewithin scent of the warmthrough the locking-out glass. Tick, tick,… Continue Reading
Imagine this. You’re the captain of a village cricket team and you’re trying to get players together for a league match. You phone almost 50 people, and you manage to… Continue Reading
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.Histories Where should I start, And how do I begin?There are stories in all of usThat… Continue Reading
So she killed my generation And I’m supposed to keep my mouth shut?So she killed my countyAnd we’re supposed to be kind to herNow she’s dead? Let her family mourn… Continue Reading
How It Is This is how it is. The things we do best we never plan. We just let go, so our bodies take over. The memory of where… Continue Reading
Sitting in Waterstones Piccadilly. Queues forming for Nicholas Sparks and two actors from his latest book to be made into a film. I’ll be there one of these days. I… Continue Reading
The things I wish for always disappear. I don’t see enough of you,naked,in the soft light of day,nor in the harshness of artificial light,now I think about it.Routine and habits… Continue Reading
Let me tell you a secret. At one point in Dead Men, I closed a chapter without what my editor considered a suitable climax, for want of a better word…. Continue Reading
As I get ready to turn my machines off for over a week, the time has come for a brief reflection on this year. I know I still owe posts… Continue Reading