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We have reached the age, And perhaps all ages have been Like this, just not as obviously So, more educated and literate As we are if we have escaped, Where… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
We have reached the age, And perhaps all ages have been Like this, just not as obviously So, more educated and literate As we are if we have escaped, Where… Continue Reading
Crisis point now, in the Launderette, dead flesh Roasting in the dryer, Flies on a carousel in The deserted chamber, Where we danced our First imitation matrimonial Ceremony, the washing… Continue Reading
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading
bind it tight that loose bag of flesh and bones before it escapes from the bed you made for it and it runs from your over-affectionate lust such a rigid… Continue Reading
This is old forest land. There is no forest here any longer. On the scars that are roads All things blur at speed. In the houses that were hollows On… Continue Reading
I closed yesterday by saying that the colour of tyranny is irrelevant. The proof of the pudding is evidently in the eating. Braverman, a woman of colour, has just been… Continue Reading
It’s dark in the office. Late afternoon. The ceiling light isn’t on, just the angle-poise above my desk. The sun is already dipping below the houses in the street, and… Continue Reading
Two thirds through this year already, and my thoughts are already turning to what I’ll do with this next year. I am finding that my daily splurges are open to… Continue Reading
Over the last week or so, I’ve been working on a song with the brilliant Marina Florance. This is probably the most complex song we’ve worked on together, and it’s… Continue Reading
When I lie on our bed to do my back stretches (worth adding here that I will start doing them in the study once we’ve finished the building work and… Continue Reading