Day 110
I’m too tired to write this standing up. I almost got up at 5, then procrastinated and fell asleep again. The bin collection is already doing its rounds down our… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I’m too tired to write this standing up. I almost got up at 5, then procrastinated and fell asleep again. The bin collection is already doing its rounds down our… Continue Reading
Yesterday seemed incomplete somehow. I even started writing a poem about it but it petered out in the sand, and with my attention distracted by a TV programme about home… Continue Reading
The garden smells of wild onions. In our ignorance, we thought they were just outsized snowdrops. It wasn’t until I mowed them down after I’d tidied up the construction site… Continue Reading
Easter Sunday used to be the day on which I put everything to one side and spent the day painting and listening to classical music. I haven’t done that for… Continue Reading
A perfect drying day. It’s warm in the sun, with a slight breeze. But it’s cold here in the study, and part of me (all of me) doesn’t really want… Continue Reading
I am listening to my own voice while writing this. My good friend David Mann kindly asked me to do a punk radio show with him, and I’m listening to the… Continue Reading
Perhaps I am too orderly even in my writing life. I’m behind again on sticking the blog printouts into my journal, and it hinders me in handwriting ideas into that… Continue Reading
I had my first Five Elements acupuncture treatment in about three years yesterday. Meeting a new practitioner for the first time is always a bit nerve-wracking, especially because 5E acupuncture… Continue Reading
If you get the chance to see The Worst Person In The World, go to see it. M, A, and I went to see it yesterday evening, and I thought it… Continue Reading
This will sound weird. I have swapped my study slippers for my house slippers. Broadcasting standing up, I noticed that, because the (now ex) study slippers just have their back… Continue Reading