10/2023
An accident of birth, this High status in a crumbling Institution which robs the people Of their self-esteem and money. Misplaced faith in a system Which values class over takent,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
An accident of birth, this High status in a crumbling Institution which robs the people Of their self-esteem and money. Misplaced faith in a system Which values class over takent,… Continue Reading
#FASTIDIOUSÂ Is not a word to be used about me Nor in modern poetry. If I were TSE I might Try to find a convoluted counterpoint To it, or if… Continue Reading
THE KNOWING There is no certainty in the knowing, Always that small nook of doubt, The crick in your neck asking if you can Really be sure of anthing. And… Continue Reading
TAILSPIN So far down the whirlpool, That infinite spiral, I can’t See the top of it any longer, On this interminable swift And terrible fall, I remember The definition of… Continue Reading
England’s borders were never open, Not since the days when all peoples Mixed across geography and its boundaries, And before Anglo-Saxon was even An idea in historians’ minds. Populated by… Continue Reading
The Rupture He gave her a ring one day. She gave it back the next. Perhaps it was the black stone That made her realise it was His heart that… Continue Reading
There was something odd about death. He’d always thought that, and asked Himself why machines could be forever Repaired but not humans. He thinks of The day she convinced him… Continue Reading
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
We writhe through the clichĂ©s While we talk past each other On the sofa we’ve inhabited Since early last night intent On having fun and being Together the way we… Continue Reading