Day 207
Let’s start the day the right way round for once. The last few days I’ve been going to bed and getting up again, and staying up much too late. I’ve… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Let’s start the day the right way round for once. The last few days I’ve been going to bed and getting up again, and staying up much too late. I’ve… Continue Reading
The wind is blowing any number of leaves round the streets and gardens. The trees are distressed, losing leaves and condition, bowing down in the face of the climate catastrophe…. Continue Reading
BAG OF WORRIES My bag of worries is still under my pillow when I wake up after a night of solid sleep but quicksand dreams. It rattles with the bones… Continue Reading
BICYCLES IN UKRAINE Bicyles to freedom Pulled by white flags and The passion for life. It’s a picture but it’s The truth, and it moves – To avoid the bullets… Continue Reading
During therapy yesterday afternoon, and afterwards, several things coalesced in mind. The first, that I don’t really belong in this world at this time. I am too naïve. I take… Continue Reading
There’s a word in German – labil – which, about a person’s character, means weak or unstable (although I often got the feeling it also meant malleable, although the dictionaries… Continue Reading
Two weeks since we got back from Agios Nikolaos. Which means we’ve been back for as long as were there. The attraction hasn’t faded, and probably never will. I am… Continue Reading
It’s 38C in my office, too hot even for me, so I’m sitting in the garden typing this into my phone, just like I did in Agios Nikiolaos. Except I… Continue Reading
While I’ve been sitting on my backside most of the day editing and uploading the last three weeks of Radio Stradbroke podcasts, M has been busy and practical and has… Continue Reading
I wasn’t supposed to wake up until 07:30, but woke at 06:30 and felt wide awake, so I got up and had plenty of time to (sort of) prep my… Continue Reading