Day 24
I woke up at six this morning, my mind overflowing with words. Standing outside the office just now, before stepping into its new warmth, those words started coming faster and… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
Day 23
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
Day 22
This week of being on holiday has been a bit of an eye-opener for me (I could just as easily have written disappointment, but I’m trying to take a positive… Continue Reading
Day 21
Four eagles in a row escape from the horizon, The line of land that defines understanding, Beyond which everything is unknown. They’re tin cans full of souls Fighting gravity and… Continue Reading
Day 20
Yesterday evening, on the phone to my son, O, I reminded him that I was on holiday this week, and then went on to complain that I’d not got anything… Continue Reading
Day 19
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
Day 18
I have lost the moon. It was here yesterday, and now it’s gone. They will say ‘How can God misplace the moon?’ But I am not God. I am no… Continue Reading
Day 17
old light seeps in through tiny rents in the bubble of a universe shrouded in untouchable frost night is a dark ravage unlit by an unseen sun below the horizon… Continue Reading
Day 16
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