Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Everything, and I mean everything, we write is political, and it’s never a pleasure when what we write is prescient, when dystopia becomes reality, when fictional and non-fictional warnings are… Continue Reading
I’m cross-posting this on all my sites. It’s not about writing, but my literature professors always told me that to know the writer is to understand the writing. It was… Continue Reading
I feel as helpless now as I did At fifteen when I couldn’t get Out of bad situations. The Wisdom sixty-three years of Living have given me is paltry, Flyaway… Continue Reading
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
With deference and apologies to Bertolt Brecht. A paraphrasing of Brecht’s Deutschland, Bleiche Mutter poem, in view of the elections in England on 22nd May 2014. Brecht composed the poem… Continue Reading