A Gift
Not so much thought as thoughtlessness. Emptyingmy mind to be you, to see like you, to feel like you,to find something you might love. I leave the station, and follow… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
The Ice
I thought I could just shrug it off,from one day to the next,a story, a place, another quest done,tick the box, move on. It’s impossible. I was there, years ago,steeped… Continue Reading
Modern Antarctica
monochromecolours gonedimensions dissipatedno up no down no forwards no backwardsno black no white no shades no shadows no referenceno horizon this is not a veilit’s a wallthis is not beautyit’s… Continue Reading
A publishing contract turned down
I got an offer yesterday, from a small ebook publisher in the US, to publish one of my as yet unpublished novels, Bee Bones. The offer came as a result… Continue Reading
Lust and learning – a reflection on Stoner by John Williams
I am not often moved to write about a book I have read, not in this environment in any case. However, I have just finished in two days what I… Continue Reading
Breaking The Silence
My annual Christmas purdah from social media and emails has given rise to some interesting thoughts this year. On Christmas Eve, I puzzled my family by coming out with a… Continue Reading
New writing draft
He was a sprawl of a man. In his chair. In his bed. On his feet. On his back. And today he was staring, staring at the wall, through his… Continue Reading
Fighting the black dogs
I spent most of yesterday evening, last night, and today fighting against the double broadside of unwanted and frustrating physical ailments and an attack by not one black dog but… Continue Reading
This
The last few mornings, tired,I have crawled across the bed into the space you left,To wallow in your warmth, in your scent,For just a few momentsUntil I hear you downstairs,Rattling,… Continue Reading