Fairytales
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading
There is an oddityIn you not being just one man’s museAny longer.I have heard the words and songsYour lover has written for you,And they are true. I could never hold… Continue Reading
This evening, I was massaging the feet of one of my daughters. She’s 19 now, and a father does what a father does. I was reminded, and spoke to her, of… Continue Reading
I am a man of sand. All about me is constructed and mechanical My automatic brain tells me Until I wake and can’t move For the tiredness in every cell… Continue Reading
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading
This article was posted on an e-zine site a few months ago, and I thought the time was right to repost it here. May 1989 I work for a company… Continue Reading
The moon, A half of what it was,Glowers,Ashamed,A-hidden,Behind the tops of roofs,Of trees,In silence. Night closes Around what shines,A narrow coneOf uncounted light,Just an echo Of the sun,An unrehearsed refrain…. Continue Reading
The Art of Physics It’s too easy to become alone,Trapped in your own thoughts,To believe you are the only staticPoint in this restless universe,To carry the burden of the whole,A… Continue Reading
Where do they come from? The words? The poems? The stories? The books? From the booze, the fags, the sex, the despair? From happiness, ecstasy, joy and hope? From the… Continue Reading