Old Friend
Old Friend In the park On one of his age-old Daily walks, he stops To watch a game He remembers, In the rain, and The ball rolls out of play… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Old Friend In the park On one of his age-old Daily walks, he stops To watch a game He remembers, In the rain, and The ball rolls out of play… Continue Reading
I was going to try to write this yesterday, but the early kick-off at Norwich thwarted me, and I ran out of time. I really do dislike early kick-offs. They… Continue Reading
I know this blog is two days late. The only excuses I have for that is that I was a bit busy over the weekend (more of that later), and… Continue Reading
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
THE KNOWING There is no certainty in the knowing, Always that small nook of doubt, The crick in your neck asking if you can Really be sure of anthing. And… Continue Reading
On the go since 06:50. It’s now 21:15, and I’ve just got back from my walk (a short one tonight, in the perishing cold; should have worn more than two… Continue Reading
M and I watched Le Week-End last night, which (spoiler alert) despite its hopeful ending (and great acting) left me feeling a little deflated. Maybe that was in part due to… Continue Reading
One ninth through the year already. February into double digits. Don’t look back, don’t look back. Too late. The time is gone already, and warmer days are ahead. Way ahead…. Continue Reading
Fragments. I don’t expect this to be coherent. A new adventure today. I have a ticket for tonight’s football match. Ever since A started working at Norwich City, ever since… Continue Reading
Today, I will not chide myself about not getting up until after 10am. Today I will not get into that pit of telling myself that I have wasted my day… Continue Reading