Remedy
In the autumn, she doesn’t take The easy way out and become untouchable, The goddess of the woods, but remains Human, and takes five lovers To share every night with… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In the autumn, she doesn’t take The easy way out and become untouchable, The goddess of the woods, but remains Human, and takes five lovers To share every night with… Continue Reading
On another empty Sunday Afternoon, he takes his notebooks From their dusty shelves to read Through his past again, and find The exact point where it all went Wrong. He… Continue Reading
You would almost believe It were still summer, the Sun fierce in an azure sky, And the olives swelling on The single tree in the English garden, the birds Singing… Continue Reading
I stand in the garden for the Duration of a cigarette, my Shirt off, in the heat and the Sun, trying to absorb as much Vitamin D as this final… Continue Reading
I reject that autumn starts on the first of September. I reject that organised religion is faith. I reject that faith engenders violence. I reject that one faith is greater… Continue Reading
There’s only one shed in our garden that was already here when we moved in. It’s an old thing, covered in ivy and other climbers, with a roof lining of… 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