Day Seven
The magpies are chattering again Passing messages from cork oak to cork oak In the northwest wind. They ignore the lore of One for sorrow, two for joy, Too busy… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The magpies are chattering again Passing messages from cork oak to cork oak In the northwest wind. They ignore the lore of One for sorrow, two for joy, Too busy… Continue Reading
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? What do you see? What do you think? Whenever I consciously confront myself in the mirror, when I’m not shaving… Continue Reading
The question of heroism in the context of Antarctic exploration was the theme for a webinar I have just watched, in particular that of the men (and they were only… Continue Reading
Last night, parking up at the far end of the supermarket car park (one of my habits to avoid the unnecessary stress of trying to find that single space amidst… Continue Reading
Night Train To Lisbon, which I have just finished, has kindled many thoughts, all along separate paths. I started it at the end of 2021, so it’s been a very… Continue Reading
On New Year’s Eve, actually New Year’s Day as it had gone midnight, I suddenly felt more than ever the claustrophobia this pandemic has inflicted on us. I wanted to… Continue Reading
Nowadays, the Christmas period is the time at which I take my longest holiday of the year. I don’t have it in me to take more than a week at… Continue Reading
the floodlights make the air visible swathes of atoms dance giant moths rise to the heat and light of the last evening of summer he stands outside the stadium awake… Continue Reading
scarred earth there were once three sisters before the days were named fires everywhere tall and bright and pale walking on the heath where the water runs… Continue Reading
Today’s the day. Today is the day. You are now free, if you so choose, to put more pressure on the already over-burdened NHS, to add to the queues for already underfunded… Continue Reading