Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
On the go since 06:50. It’s now 21:15, and I’ve just got back from my walk (a short one tonight, in the perishing cold; should have worn more than two… Continue Reading
O asked the other day if we had a chessboard/chess set. We have several, but probably still buried in all the boxes that we haven’t yet unpacked from the move… Continue Reading
Thirty-one days left in the year. Thirty-one days to finish Aggie. Time is speeding up again. I did write two off-line chapters earlier, a touch longer than the ones I’ve… Continue Reading
The strangest thing about being on twitter and mastodon is that I seem to be using social media a lot less. Allow for the fact that I go to insta… Continue Reading
PRETENDING I pretended for two months That I’d never been in love. I handed her prosecco With my hand in a white glove. I tried to make her want me… 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 DAY We walked the day off our feet in the rain When the darkness came, and more yards Of words fled from the pens we flexed In the half-empty… Continue Reading
I’ve not written a fragmentary for ages. Today is one. The ristretto 2x didn’t taste quite as nice today – perhaps because I “only” had two Rich Tea biscuits beforehand,… Continue Reading