the closer, 1912
flies in my gutfire like a leechin my facethe wind marching against mein this dark half yearand everywhere is north nothing left ofsummer and winterno betweena scattering of worldup thereoutside… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
flies in my gutfire like a leechin my facethe wind marching against mein this dark half yearand everywhere is north nothing left ofsummer and winterno betweena scattering of worldup thereoutside… Continue Reading
One of our watches was wrong,Changed by the weather’s ferocious gnawAt the metal we trusted.Did we forget to wind themAnd lose track of our last days,Count too many hours? I… Continue Reading
This is the advantage we have over authors from even only twenty-five years ago; we have technology on our side, or so we think. I read an interesting article in… Continue Reading
How has time changed us? We never used to be friends, You the hotheaded daughter, Me the remote father, uninterested In tantrums or dolls. Now, we spend so much time… Continue Reading
So, this is it. The review copies have gone out, the advance advance copy has come back with some wonderful words from Sir Ranulph Fiennes, and we’re all set for… Continue Reading
It is here we kept the whales at bay,Here we built a home not a hut,Hung and painted and decorated itWith memory and a little hope. Around it we dug… Continue Reading
We plant our flag into the frozenTip of the planet, a failed gestureBecause someone else was here first. We try to seem hopeful not weary,Successful not beaten, but the picturesWon’t… Continue Reading
Several of my fb and twitter friends were kind enough last week to nominate me for a shorty award in the author category. Naturally, I entered into the full spirit… Continue Reading
Had we done things differently thenWould now have changed?A word in another place,A transposition of a scowl for a smile,A hand up instead of a push away? Time drags and… Continue Reading
This has been a difficult week. When considering this post, I realised how easy it is to write certain things into fiction rather than baring all as real people. Because… Continue Reading