Day 161
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading
“I’ve been a bit worried about you – you seem so preoccupied with all the shite.” Thus reads the second line from an email I got yesterday from my lovely… Continue Reading
If someone I deal with in my day job makes a mistake and emails me with an apology, I usually email back saying that no apology is necessary, that we’re… Continue Reading
I lose the thread of my days when I don’t get this done in the morning. Time is really slipping through my fingers right now. It’s not that there are… Continue Reading
Very very late for me today, and I’m missing Bake Off: The Professionals to write this. Another revelation from my rock ‘n’ roll life for you. This morning I had… Continue Reading
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Depression is a pernicious disease. There is no catalyst or cause for it. It just comes and goes. The day before yesterday (which I wrote about yesterday), I crossed a… Continue Reading
Yesterday had been a good day, a day on which I got so much done that I’d wanted to do. I went off on my walk in good spirits, a… Continue Reading
It was my decision to start writing this late today. There was so much I had to do, wanted to do, day job-wise, because it is the first day of… Continue Reading