Day 212
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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
Our lovely neighbours, to the left as I sit at this desk facing the wall writing, L and K, very kindly asked us across to celebrate their joint birthdays. As… Continue Reading
drought summer-grey grass. the world is sand, and when the last sand falls the world ends. find some solid ground for roots to implant new life. the rain hangs over… Continue Reading
So obsessed am I with my Greek that I forgot all about the blog this morning, and jumped straight into a 20-minute lesson this morning when I came into the… Continue Reading
After two nights of not sleeping very well at all, partly caused by my despair at seeing summer pass so quickly, I slept almost too well last night. Probably because… Continue Reading
Let’s start the day the right way round for once. The last few days I’ve been going to bed and getting up again, and staying up much too late. I’ve… Continue Reading
When I checked the word count of this blog yesterday (and I’ve forgotten to say that much of Saturday was taken up with copying and pasting everything that I’d written… Continue Reading
The wind is blowing any number of leaves round the streets and gardens. The trees are distressed, losing leaves and condition, bowing down in the face of the climate catastrophe…. Continue Reading
BAG OF WORRIES My bag of worries is still under my pillow when I wake up after a night of solid sleep but quicksand dreams. It rattles with the bones… Continue Reading