Grimace
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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
That’s where he first learned The real speed of words. The Clack of the keys, the bell and Rasp of the return, a satisfying Cacophony of mechanicals, And the soft… 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
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading
The day before yesterday was the end of an era. It was the last ever Stephen Bumfrey show on BBC Radio Norfolk. I was fortunate enough to be asked to… Continue Reading
One month later, the rucksack Is still not unpacked, my backlog Of poetry and fiction still digital, Untranscribed to hand, dreams Left to moulder in sterile boxes Of electrics. The… Continue Reading
Ein neuer Tag. Die Zikaden surren im Friedhof. Heute ist Beerdigung, und ein Altes Leben muss gefeiert werden. Dem Tod wird kein Wort gegeben. Die Kerzen sind in der Sonne… Continue Reading
Let’s just be clear – the dreadful weather we are having in the UK right now is directly related to the climate crisis, just like the extreme heat ravaging Italy… Continue Reading
One of the most magical things I have ever experienced happened on two successive nights in Agios Nikolaos – we saw the moon rise from behind the mountains across the… Continue Reading
Die Zikaden schweigen im Schatten. Der Tag war lang und schwer. Der Wind ist zu warm. Hier am Friedhof beim Meer Sind die Bäume weiß bemalt. Die Farbe schmilzt in… Continue Reading