Freehand – writing without thinking
Listening to myself on the radio right now (I have grown to like the sound of my voice, and never had to grow into loving the music I love, because… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Listening to myself on the radio right now (I have grown to like the sound of my voice, and never had to grow into loving the music I love, because… Continue Reading
As you might expect, I’ve put together a book trailer for The Mortality Code. I must admit I think the music, which I didn’t write, is rather splendid. The other thing… Continue Reading
I’ve been working on this for more weeks than I care to remember, and now it’s finally complete. No, not yet another new piece of writing, but my web site…. Continue Reading
This time last year, I was writing the final daily chapter of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness. I’d also just had a tooth out. I’d blogged every day of 2022, and felt… Continue Reading
moved. wrap. console. the empty space. spaces. blank. vacant. nothing here. bones as sand. all that. white. is pause. wrap. no heart beat. dust. arms. stretched. open. empty. nothing to… Continue Reading
Always after the quick fix, The immediate solution To problems, To pain, To illness, To everything. He chases the grail of Perfection. Everything has to Be just so. There must… Continue Reading
These days, it ebbs And flows, My magenta mood, The colour of melancholy, Fear, lack of belief, A sense Of senselessness. Today is a day when The mood is a… Continue Reading
That day, he thought he had won Her over with his scintillating lies, The stories he made up of a past he Never had, of lives and loves only Ever… Continue Reading
He is permanently tense, Like he used to be before going On stage, or out to bat, Putting himself on public display With the notion of constant failure. His writing… Continue Reading
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading