46/2023
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I tell myself there’s something derelict About the 62-year-old me going to watch A team I don’t reall support and yelling Myself hoarse at their win, and getting Home late… Continue Reading
Today has been deliberately upside down because I wanted to get lots done before I did my Radio Stradbroke Show this morning, and had lots to do afterwards. Although it… Continue Reading
I’m doing the days upside down again. It’s a mistake to leave this until the evening, because my mind is so tired it feels half asleep. Before now, everywhere I’ve… Continue Reading
Off to London later. It will be my first in-person board meeting for 26 months to the date. It’s difficult to understand where those 26 months have gone, because it… Continue Reading
The cat is drinking water out of paint can lids again. Yesterday’s rain is fresher than indoor water. She Has always done this, prefers a dirty puddle to A clean… Continue Reading
second frost you’ve seen winters worse than this when the cold bleached your bones from the inside out, and cats lost their ears asleep against barns and trees, metal fences,… Continue Reading
This is the place.This was part of England once.English kings fought here,And English soldiers died here,To conquer a country that was never theirs. This is the place.Camps of refugees have… Continue Reading