#NewMusicFriday – 14/03/2025
Today is obviously my catch-up day, despite the sun shining gloriously outside. Sometimes this office/study/studio is more of a cell or torture chamber. Breichiau Hir – Paid Trio Pickle Juice… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Today is obviously my catch-up day, despite the sun shining gloriously outside. Sometimes this office/study/studio is more of a cell or torture chamber. Breichiau Hir – Paid Trio Pickle Juice… Continue Reading
Very late with this, but have been away. Sometimes I think posting my running orders is a task I could eliminate from my almost endless list of tasks. But that… Continue Reading
Out of the dark forest, first light not Even a scratch in the gloom, she Glides over the dew and the mist, Black cloak wrapped tightly around Her, hood up,… Continue Reading
The men in suits who’ve never been under Bombs at night, pretend to be tough men, Play to what they think their domestic Audience and their Russian master want. It… Continue Reading
The crimes of conservatives around the World are crimes against humanity, no Longer just the urge to keep things as they Were, but the need to pile wealth upon wealth… Continue Reading
It’s been a tumultuous three or four days, and the political situation in the US is beyond belief and description, and beyond dangerous. Europe will be caught between the collaborating… Continue Reading
Sometimes, even music seems futile. I recorded this show before Trump’s and Vance’s absolutely disgusting, vile, and disrespectful treatment of President Zelenskyy (more of that separately). However, when I begin… Continue Reading
To cling to the past was never an option When all there was about it was a shred Of something that never was, not real, Not shared, not the dream… Continue Reading
Monday is too busy to get everything done, even if, like last night, I couldn’t sleep, and attempted to write my first poem in Greek (not yet finished). So here… Continue Reading
He’s never seen one in real life, But when he watches her, on the Raised ground overlooking the market, He imagines her as a heron, patient In one place, one… Continue Reading