Remedy
In the autumn, she doesn’t take The easy way out and become untouchable, The goddess of the woods, but remains Human, and takes five lovers To share every night with… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In the autumn, she doesn’t take The easy way out and become untouchable, The goddess of the woods, but remains Human, and takes five lovers To share every night with… Continue Reading
quarter this darkest quarter the axis the wrong orientation out to kuiper frozen star interrupted the blinds undone a temptation of colours the only light where night was day this… Continue Reading
Fog drops suddenly. The sky pale blue on one side, opaque white on the other. The trees away, out there, separated by time, not shrouded, cloaked or hidden. Two dimensions… Continue Reading
Sometimes you hit a wall. I didn’t sleep well last night (for a variety of reasons, none private life related), and getting up this morning has been a bit of… Continue Reading
You were wrong, Thomas Stearns, with your parchment voice, Your cracked vowels, your indifferent style of reading, And the hissing of your consonants, broken syllables. January is the month which… Continue Reading
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
second frost you’ve seen winters worse than this when the cold bleached your bones from the inside out, and cats lost their ears asleep against barns and trees, metal fences,… Continue Reading