Day 55
This morning, I wake to rain, and war. I stand under cover in the garage to have my first cigarette of the day. The rain is too heavy to stand… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
This morning, I wake to rain, and war. I stand under cover in the garage to have my first cigarette of the day. The rain is too heavy to stand… Continue Reading
The sky is yellow. When I was a boy, I had (and it still is somewhere in a box full of memories) what was a pamphlet or chapbook about, without… Continue Reading
It is morning again already. The office/study feels like my permanent residence right now. Thankful that the Heath is just up the road. All I’d look at otherwise are computer… Continue Reading
This is the place.This was part of England once.English kings fought here,And English soldiers died here,To conquer a country that was never theirs. This is the place.Camps of refugees have… Continue Reading
I reject that autumn starts on the first of September. I reject that organised religion is faith. I reject that faith engenders violence. I reject that one faith is greater… Continue Reading
We have tainted our faiths and freedomsWith thought and word and deed.We have poisoned our world with moulded and molten lead. We have tainted ourselves with the bloodOf those each… Continue Reading
I. The lights go out over Europe Where war is too remote for understanding. Though it’s less than a generation Since genocide. #lestweforget II. #LightsOut In homes without walls In… Continue Reading
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading