Day 303
The day when the clocks go back is always a sucker punch. At least we tried a new psychological ploy last night, which was not to put the clocks back… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The day when the clocks go back is always a sucker punch. At least we tried a new psychological ploy last night, which was not to put the clocks back… Continue Reading
It’s early evening. I have just come off my weekly Zoom with Colonel L, as I shall now call him, to distinguish him from other Ls. It’s 34C in my… Continue Reading
Every day presents us with new dilemmas. I feel guilty for being weary. I am not a refugee. I am not being threatened by an army. I am not being… Continue Reading
Four eagles in a row escape from the horizon, The line of land that defines understanding, Beyond which everything is unknown. They’re tin cans full of souls Fighting gravity and… Continue Reading
Dear Labour Party NEC, I am writing to you today about the meeting of Labour’s NEC to discuss Labour’s manifesto for the upcoming EU elections. I was a member of… Continue Reading
I sent this to my MP Daniel Poulter by email on 22nd October. I have not yet received a response, perhaps not unsurprisingly. We are being cheated on all fronts…. Continue Reading
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
Ever since the referendum on the UK’s membership of the EU was announced, I have been asking myself whether or not the British public are well enough informed to actually… Continue Reading