Being Father
I started writing this post in Marmalades in Norwich yesterday, but my Android phone let me get no further than the title, for some odd reason. I wanted to write… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I started writing this post in Marmalades in Norwich yesterday, but my Android phone let me get no further than the title, for some odd reason. I wanted to write… Continue Reading
This is not what I had dreamt of.My childhood’s goal is half a worldAway, at the top of the globe, north.But it was stolen from me, andI needed to succeed…. Continue Reading
Last week, last Thursday to be precise, I had one of those days which will remain in the memory for a long time. A day to evoke a variety of… Continue Reading
A New Language I tried to think of a new languageIn my old ageTo tell you I love youBut to build itWould leave you unbelievingNot able to understand. So I… Continue Reading
I’ve been meaning to write this post for ages, ever since just after Easter, in fact, but real life just keeps intruding and dragging my mind and hands away from… Continue Reading
I wrote this the evening after our first date. A Better Song This is a fragment. This is only a piece of it.Nothing more than a glimpse of the darkness,a… Continue Reading
13:20Sitting on Cape Evans shore about 500 m northeast of Hut. The other two have gone on to the Hut. I can still hear their voices. Sounds travel far here…. Continue Reading
I was at home when he died. It was one of those dank March afternoons, with no sign of spring, and darkness peering in through the window too soon. The… Continue Reading
A year ago today, a friend and fellow cricketer, James Grigg, was killed in action in Afghanistan. I wrote the poem below when I heard the news, and was honoured… Continue Reading
Alive Today, I met a travelling man, and walkedWith him through one of the world’s largestCities. His home town lies in ruins, and hisFamily have fled to the mountains, to… Continue Reading