Day 295
CAPTAINS This island is adrift now From the world it tried To rule and destroyed Instead. Irrelevancy is Its brand in these days. Friendless, it turns the war On its… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
CAPTAINS This island is adrift now From the world it tried To rule and destroyed Instead. Irrelevancy is Its brand in these days. Friendless, it turns the war On its… Continue Reading
T, a friend of mine who used to be Bumfrey’s producer on BBC Radio Norfolk, posted a lovely picture of a moss-covered tree on her Instagram feed yesterday, and called… Continue Reading
PUZZLES We’re always looking at puzzles The wrong way up, and missing the Obvious answers because our logic Is opposite to the instinct which Answers difficult questions. We had it… Continue Reading
THE COUNTRY FALLS The country falls Silent. Christmas Day On a Monday In September. The nation mourns The hundreds of thousands Dead from covid, The excess deaths caused By underfunding… Continue Reading
our heat our heat escapes us so quickly here the gone the ice returns and burns instead a contradiction like everything and we say life wasn’t meant to be easy… Continue Reading
cupping the body the land stretched out an atlas to her fingers ley lines running every way which she can trace and understand the signal blocked here there and there… Continue Reading
funereal procedures protocols rituals protests placards arrests public grief private secrets practiced masks peaceful objections criminalised orders servants uniforms divine proclamation tyranny subservience assumed required rising against rites worship imposed… Continue Reading
freedom an illusion we are free free to think to speak to do to go where we want to travel without hindrance to use words in any combination to make… Continue Reading
the golden thread history is not written by the vanquished nor the suppressed nor the poor a web woven around a single thread of passing time measured obscurely when did… Continue Reading
magic the morning has an edge of the ill-defined about it. last night’s rain has evaporated into imagination and loss, the lightning an illusion of the dark, a lie of… Continue Reading