2/2023
Those days, when nothing disturbed The quietness of holy hours, except For us, were wrapped in the speed Of an empty motorway, the verges Blurred beyond the windows. We skipped… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Those days, when nothing disturbed The quietness of holy hours, except For us, were wrapped in the speed Of an empty motorway, the verges Blurred beyond the windows. We skipped… Continue Reading
One thing I hadn’t considered, when I started this whole process/venture at the 1st of January, and then Aggie on 13th February, was that the Christmas period would be taken… Continue Reading
Today, I am paralysed by reality. … Self-censors … Being a parent is the most painful state of all … Self-censors … Our children remain our children, and we don’t… Continue Reading
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading
It’s almost a month since our 25th wedding anniversary. Real life reclaimed us all too quickly after a wonderful two days in Torrevieja where we retook our vows, witnessed by… Continue Reading