Day 355
After therapy this afternoon (and more of that later), I got sidetracked by doing nothing – sort of. I hung out some Christmas lights at the back of the house,… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
After therapy this afternoon (and more of that later), I got sidetracked by doing nothing – sort of. I hung out some Christmas lights at the back of the house,… 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
Perhaps I should just give up going to bed on a Sunday evening and officially declare every Sunday night Official Weekly Insomnia Night. I got all of three hours sleep… Continue Reading
It’s dark in the office. Late afternoon. The ceiling light isn’t on, just the angle-poise above my desk. The sun is already dipping below the houses in the street, and… Continue Reading
Where do they come from? The words? The poems? The stories? The books? From the booze, the fags, the sex, the despair? From happiness, ecstasy, joy and hope? From the… Continue Reading