Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
You ask me to send you money for shoes.I send you a pair you’ve left here. As I’m looking for a box to put them in –You know how bad… Continue Reading
It’s a mythThat you come of age at 21,That you know then what you want to be,That you know then who you are,That life from there is painless. It was… Continue Reading
With all the different lives you leadIt’s so difficult to get hold of you. That’s what parents do, I suppose;Chase youth until they run out of breath And grow old…. Continue Reading
We went to a gig on your birthday’s eve,You and I, just another dad and daughter,And you with a shirt in your jacket pocketTo give to your favourite singer,A blonde… Continue Reading
Last night you said good-bye to me for the last time,Closed the airtight door behind you,And flew out into deep spaceBecause that’s where you said you wanted to beWithout ever… Continue Reading
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading
There is an oddityIn you not being just one man’s museAny longer.I have heard the words and songsYour lover has written for you,And they are true. I could never hold… Continue Reading
Not a day seems to have passed sinceI last put pen to paper for you,For the passing of yet another year,For you growing beyond me,Past my understanding. February.It’s a month… Continue Reading
The sky looks further away through the camera, And smaller, Not endless like we expect it to be, And the moon looks tiny. The screen lies. When you listened to… Continue Reading