An Accidental Century
All night he’s fought the urge to call her, to hear her voice, to go to her, to lose himself in her arms. Now, out in the middle, on the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
All night he’s fought the urge to call her, to hear her voice, to go to her, to lose himself in her arms. Now, out in the middle, on the… Continue Reading
All the clapping hypocrisy to one side, carers and NHS staff are underpaid and undervalued, and dying. This is for them, about them. These Dead These dead live in pebble-dashed… Continue Reading
THAT When the world falls apart Words get lost And we become fingerprints in the sand Thrown over by the wind. Corners are straightened, Straits fracture, and lines Are punctured… Continue Reading
They built a wall of contagion, A host of lies to form new patterns No-one was immune against, no-one Could resist, until the mesh became Too tight to untangle or… Continue Reading
Her stones weren’t made For empires to trample them, Nor her palaces or churches, Nor the streets of water Into her heart. She was blessed and fierce, And kindness never… Continue Reading
And now the world is at the stage Where we can’t say The sun will rise tomorrow Nature will have its way Everything will be alright. Humankind has brutalised this… Continue Reading
The city is a sea In the valley Of seven hills, And a library at its centre, By the gardens And their plants, And peace The centre of its gravity…. Continue Reading
All empires are illusions, built on the delusions of the tyrants who build them. That’s why they fail. The British Empire was an illusion, built on white supremacism. It collapsed…. Continue Reading
So I have dragged myself into another spurious new year, and, tired to my bones, long for something different, something completely new. Not this same old same old village, however… Continue Reading
This is what Britain has become, Mired in 3 months of rain, With no promise of an end to it. There is no saying that the gods Are not involved… Continue Reading