Day 102
If you get the chance to see The Worst Person In The World, go to see it. M, A, and I went to see it yesterday evening, and I thought it… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
If you get the chance to see The Worst Person In The World, go to see it. M, A, and I went to see it yesterday evening, and I thought it… Continue Reading
This will sound weird. I have swapped my study slippers for my house slippers. Broadcasting standing up, I noticed that, because the (now ex) study slippers just have their back… Continue Reading
There comes a time when shared self-reflection seems useless and indulgent, self-indulgent. The sun is out. There is a gentle breeze. Building materials scattered across the lawn by the house…. Continue Reading
For weeks now, I have been meaning to make a list headed Cause & Effect to work out why my body is malfunctioning so much at the moment. At its… Continue Reading
Last night I dreamed of I missed my broadcasting slot this morning, and that someone had put my broadcasting desk into a classroom that already had a party with separate… Continue Reading
THE RITES OF SPRING Counting spiders instead of bombs In unknown cellars distracts Children from death, like toys Distract from nightmares. What If eyes don’t close until bombs Outnumber the… Continue Reading
Night sweats. Weird dreams. Imagining something’s happened which hasn’t actually happened yet. I pondered any number of ways to start this morning. Instead, I have another fragmentary. Or because. As… Continue Reading
M agreed yesterday to give me a Number 1 haircut (that’s very short, by the way). I had started to feel the weight of my long (for me) hair for… Continue Reading
For the first time in some years, I have not wanted a holiday to end. As A said to me in the car last night when I picked her up… Continue Reading
When I got up, I stood in the garden and toyed with the idea of just writing self-censored four hundred times and leaving it at that, and giving Aggie a rest…. Continue Reading