46/2023
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
king coronation stolen diamonds in a crown above a scottish stone king coronation stolen taxes for a three-day weekend of hollow celebration king coronation stolen moments from a history of… Continue Reading
His hand stills, The loss of words complete, Language gone, and feeling. In this void, everything is silent, And he drifts away into the Darkness of space where All is… Continue Reading
So, that’s it. Thanks to B’s and M’s suggestion of using gift bags, it only took me 30 minutes to do all my Christmas wrapping. That’s some improvement, and a… Continue Reading
After therapy this afternoon (and more of that later), I got sidetracked by doing nothing – sort of. I hung out some Christmas lights at the back of the house,… Continue Reading
It’s Friday, early evening (late, I suppose, depending on how you look at it), and it’s one of those days where I question the wisdom of trying to write when… Continue Reading
The thought had crossed my mind to write anojther poem today, but I wasn’t feeling it after a fairly chaotic day. I also wanted to share something special – for… Continue Reading
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading
LONG POST WARNING I am trying to be a man whose glass is half-full. And on a day like today, I feel like I’m getting there. Let’s start at the… Continue Reading
Just back from my rucksacked walk to the big supermarket. Left in the sinking sun, returned in the gloaming. I often ask myself what’s more important to me – the… Continue Reading