Day 59
I did manage to put the gravel where I wanted it. I didn’t find the chisel, though. Not that I looked very hard. I am not on of nature’s natural… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I did manage to put the gravel where I wanted it. I didn’t find the chisel, though. Not that I looked very hard. I am not on of nature’s natural… Continue Reading
Just now, I paused at the midway point between the house and the study, where neither wifi signal quite reaches my phone, stood in the sun and the incessant wind,… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I started my radio show with two anti-war songs. This morning, I’m going to play a whole list of anti-war songs. That, and speaking out against the war in… Continue Reading
It seems the main trait of leadership has always been cowardice. Although, even if Putin was on the front line, I wouldn’t have any respect for him. Being able to… Continue Reading
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
Yesterday turned into a self-care day. Necessity is the mother of self-care days. I had been plagued all Sunday night by bad toothache. I woke with it. Too early to… Continue Reading
When I thought the storm had ended yesterday, when I hoped it had ended, it started up again, and the wind threw itself itself at the house, the office, and… Continue Reading
A change in routine today. For the past week I’ve felt like I’ve made no progress at all with work, so what I’ve done this morning is to put in… Continue Reading
Another night’s bad sleep. And it’s nothing that the potions that do work will be able to help with. I think my mind is too adept at soaking up things… Continue Reading
Last night, of course, I had many ideas for what I was going to write this morning. Now, woken from strange dreams (including one that involved incessantly phoning a football… Continue Reading