one day
one day other than being obsessed with her he had no thoughts on each morning over breakfast when he could he drew overly simple pictures of her visions of her… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
one day other than being obsessed with her he had no thoughts on each morning over breakfast when he could he drew overly simple pictures of her visions of her… Continue Reading
Anything But Bed time. Skin against skin. Quiet. ‘How was your day?’ Understood mumbles. ‘And yours?’ ‘Nothing different.’ ‘We’ll move that stuff At the weekend.’ ‘Sounds good.’ ;I’m tired.’ ‘So… Continue Reading
Listening to myself on the radio right now (I have grown to like the sound of my voice, and never had to grow into loving the music I love, because… Continue Reading
Neither love nor loss are stilled By the passing years and youth, Nor the edges of that memory Extinguished when the light fades At the end of one cycle beginning… Continue Reading
To the scientists, The brain is nothing more Than a knot of greyness Flecked with neural pathways And no nerves, a site for Trepanning and experiments. To the writers, It… Continue Reading
The order of things, of everything, Is unclear in the mess of paper On the huge desk in front of him. Putting all these memories into Some kind of chronology… Continue Reading
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading
Springscape. Pigeons frozen In trees, the knife of wind from The north cutting into blood Across heath and city. The Stasis of waiting for what Every year promises but The… Continue Reading
We phoned in sick that day, When no-one knew we were together, And drove west, work erased from our lives, Out to a place full of old cars, and Argued… Continue Reading
Often, too often, I long back to when things were less complicated, back to when it was just M and me, or even to before that, when it was only… Continue Reading