Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Finally, more than three weeks after I wrote to him about a #peoplesvote, my constituency MP, Daniel Poulter, got back to me. His response is followed by my immediate response… Continue Reading
I sent this to my MP Daniel Poulter by email on 22nd October. I have not yet received a response, perhaps not unsurprisingly. We are being cheated on all fronts…. Continue Reading
I’ve just finished reading I Love Dick by Chris Kraus, and it’s raised some interesting questions for me, or realisations, which I just need to write about. And if I,… Continue Reading
Does anyone remember the days before Sunday opening? Or the time when nothing happened on Sundays? Or when certain large supermarkets were closed even on Monday mornings? Or those days… Continue Reading
Sculptures.The now world, the new world,Assigns a commercial possibilityTo each anniversary,And not the precious metals of loveForged in the flames of time. The wood creaks under the passing of it…. Continue Reading
today we celebratean accident of birththe discrimination of wealtha country that feeds its royals but not its needya distorted image of love with an agendathe gulf between the great unwashedand… Continue Reading
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
Over the last few days, an anonymous and scurrilous leaflet has been appearing in the letterboxes of Stradbroke residents, akin to the anonymous and libellous leaflet which was distributed during the 2015 parish council elections…. Continue Reading
fens flatboots dark parchmenttrees straight and vagueamid a massacre of uprooted siblingsopen fieldstiny horsesshrubland soil dunestilled and tiltedwild hair under his russian hatsudden sunparched sand unrestedfaded haystacks mouldypylon robots stalkinglonely… Continue Reading
Despite what you said you believed, A mind like yours cannot just go out like a light, Cannot be switched off like a machine, Nor disappear into the nothing.The dark is… Continue Reading