Day 63
Every day presents us with new dilemmas. I feel guilty for being weary. I am not a refugee. I am not being threatened by an army. I am not being… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Every day presents us with new dilemmas. I feel guilty for being weary. I am not a refugee. I am not being threatened by an army. I am not being… Continue Reading
Being a parent is an unceasing attack on your vulnerabilities. I did start writing a book about the motional impacts of parenting, but it stalled. I suppose the reasons are… Continue Reading
One of the first things I was told about writing poetry was “Only write what you know about. Don’t write about things you see on the TV.” I always thought… Continue Reading
Fragmentary. It could almost be a noun like reliquary (container or shrine in which sacred relics are kept). A container or shrine in which fragmented thoughts are kept. A sense… Continue Reading
I did manage to put the gravel where I wanted it. I didn’t find the chisel, though. Not that I looked very hard. I am not on of nature’s natural… Continue Reading
Just now, I paused at the midway point between the house and the study, where neither wifi signal quite reaches my phone, stood in the sun and the incessant wind,… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I started my radio show with two anti-war songs. This morning, I’m going to play a whole list of anti-war songs. That, and speaking out against the war in… Continue Reading
It seems the main trait of leadership has always been cowardice. Although, even if Putin was on the front line, I wouldn’t have any respect for him. Being able to… Continue Reading
This morning, I wake to rain, and war. I stand under cover in the garage to have my first cigarette of the day. The rain is too heavy to stand… Continue Reading
I must admit that yesterday’s post was a struggle to put together – and Aggie’s chapter. It took me almost 2 hours. The words just weren’t there, and visualising the… Continue Reading