Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
streets scratch the surface of history streets on sandshiftwith regiments of memory this was my streeti kissed him theremade my love in that dark cornerbefore i was born layers of… Continue Reading
because verses bound and wrappedon a page of many colourssing new voices because one wordis better than thousands because reading beats hearingwhen the letters maketheir own meaning because small words… Continue Reading
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading
What shall we do as we grow older?Cantankerous – and son;Cantankerous – and father?Shall we laugh together again? Love is always muted between father and son,By the smallest things,The most… Continue Reading
For You Look, I have a rockIn the palm of my hand.I carved it for you. Look, its shape is not usual,Nor its colour one we have grownUsed to, in… Continue Reading
Today Tomorrow is a wall we cannot climb,A field we cannot cross until today.Time is a hiding beast,Beyond us before we know,And gone. We watch days and waste them,Pick hours… Continue Reading
James Grigg died in action in Afghanistan on 16th March 2010. He played cricket with me, and was a good friend to me, and to many others in Stradbroke Cricket… Continue Reading
I had intended to blog about this last week, but now I’m glad I didn’t, as the BBC’s announcement today of swingeing cuts puts what I have to say into… Continue Reading
The last four months have been difficult, to say the least. Not difficult in the struggling to make a living sense of the term, but in the where is this… Continue Reading
October A cloudless sky,One month, almost, into autumn,Colding nights,The scent of burning leaves;Crisp shadowsUnder the fullest moon. Birth,The holiest miracle,Brought us you,One more treasureOf our lives. A beautiful note,One chord,… Continue Reading