Day 136
Yesterday was an odd day. I felt totally lethargic for most of it, even wrote a poem about how the greyness seemed to be sucking the life out of me…. Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Yesterday was an odd day. I felt totally lethargic for most of it, even wrote a poem about how the greyness seemed to be sucking the life out of me…. Continue Reading
In the end, Ukraine won Eurovision by a wide margin. After the jury votes, it seemed touch and go, but in the end the result was the one we had… Continue Reading
I have woken up this morning with a song in my head which I know neither title nor artist of. I don’t even know if the lyrics of it swirling… Continue Reading
An hour ago, I started keying a poem directly into this blog. It didn’t work. It can be like that sometimes, with poetry, with prose – you start something, it… Continue Reading
Traitors (Mix A) We came as strangers, no rights, no rewards.We held up this country, straight after the wars. ChorusThe media deplore us, lies and hate haunt us.We are traitors,… Continue Reading
The quiet start, the build-up of notes, before that voice, low at first, then soaring through the room, through space, through my heart. The radio on, in the echoing, mouldy… Continue Reading
Saturday was more of a day away from the campaign trail than on it. I’d been asked a long time ago to do a set of poetry at the Turn… Continue Reading
I spent most of yesterday listening back to my #keepingitpeel show on Radio Stradbroke that I’d presented live on Saturday evening. The music just keeps on getting better, and I’m… Continue Reading
Well, a mix-up in diaries meant I got to do my second solo show in this season of Radio Stradbroke’s Sunday Sessions, and the three hours just zipped by. I… Continue Reading
Today marked the beginning of winter for real, as the great crew at Radio Stradbroke ramped up with the new season of the Sunday Sessions. When I say it marks the… Continue Reading