Small Hearts
Such small hearts in all things.The dying mayflies litterdamp concrete by the front door,a solitary greenfly clings to the frame outsidewithin scent of the warmthrough the locking-out glass. Tick, tick,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Such small hearts in all things.The dying mayflies litterdamp concrete by the front door,a solitary greenfly clings to the frame outsidewithin scent of the warmthrough the locking-out glass. Tick, tick,… Continue Reading
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.Histories Where should I start, And how do I begin?There are stories in all of usThat… Continue Reading
So she killed my generation And I’m supposed to keep my mouth shut?So she killed my countyAnd we’re supposed to be kind to herNow she’s dead? Let her family mourn… Continue Reading
How It Is This is how it is. The things we do best we never plan. We just let go, so our bodies take over. The memory of where… Continue Reading
The things I wish for always disappear. I don’t see enough of you,naked,in the soft light of day,nor in the harshness of artificial light,now I think about it.Routine and habits… Continue Reading
. . . Calm here, And across the ocean a storm. I am guessing that you Will take a cursory glanceAt these words,Raise an eyebrow, cough, and move on,And squirrel… 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
I unpick my layers of skin,An old wound healing,Softened rawness,The scab gone, some moreOf my DNA scatteredOver the cutting room floorsOf my travelling. It doesn’t hurt,This unravelling of what I… Continue Reading
You fly out into the silence Of your paint, of your words, Up to the stars and the vacuum, Down into the centre of your world, Cut yourself adrift from… Continue Reading
flies in my gutfire like a leechin my facethe wind marching against mein this dark half yearand everywhere is north nothing left ofsummer and winterno betweena scattering of worldup thereoutside… Continue Reading