Rigid
You would almost believe It were still summer, the Sun fierce in an azure sky, And the olives swelling on The single tree in the English garden, the birds Singing… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
You would almost believe It were still summer, the Sun fierce in an azure sky, And the olives swelling on The single tree in the English garden, the birds Singing… Continue Reading
It was a lie. Summer was meant to Outfit him with enough Heat to last a year. It ran out before The autumn solstice, The last few days A grey… Continue Reading
I stand in the garden for the Duration of a cigarette, my Shirt off, in the heat and the Sun, trying to absorb as much Vitamin D as this final… Continue Reading
Behind the dense trees Back in her holy clearing, She takes her treasure from Her leather bag, human skin Taut from age and supple with Use, turns the shining circle… Continue Reading
our heat our heat escapes us so quickly here the gone the ice returns and burns instead a contradiction like everything and we say life wasn’t meant to be easy… Continue Reading
For some reason, as I was spreading jam on my bread this morning, the cool breeze coming in through the open French doors in the library (God, that sounds much… 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