4/2023
The Rupture He gave her a ring one day. She gave it back the next. Perhaps it was the black stone That made her realise it was His heart that… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The Rupture He gave her a ring one day. She gave it back the next. Perhaps it was the black stone That made her realise it was His heart that… Continue Reading
There was something odd about death. He’d always thought that, and asked Himself why machines could be forever Repaired but not humans. He thinks of The day she convinced him… Continue Reading
I knew I’d end up writing another fragmentary as the last daily post of 2022, but I didn’t think I’d be telling you that, after two days of awful toothache,… Continue Reading
The first draft of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness is complete. I finished it at 17:40 this afternoon. I don’t know how to feel about it, to be honest. I had a… Continue Reading
The bad news is that I’ve totally lost track of time today. The good news is that I think I’m about three or four chapters from completing the first draft… Continue Reading
I have spent much of the day staring into space, or staring out of the window looking at the godawful weather, and wrestling with the demons that often present themselves… Continue Reading
One thing I hadn’t considered, when I started this whole process/venture at the 1st of January, and then Aggie on 13th February, was that the Christmas period would be taken… Continue Reading
It’s very late. But still before midnight my time, so my pledge and its fulfilment still stand. Today has been full of joy and wonder. Family togetherness. Overwhelming sometimes. We… Continue Reading
So, that’s it. Thanks to B’s and M’s suggestion of using gift bags, it only took me 30 minutes to do all my Christmas wrapping. That’s some improvement, and a… Continue Reading
It’s always at this time of year that I remember my determination, the previous year, to book the week leading up to next year’s Christmas as holiday, only to realise… Continue Reading