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They lived a flight of stairs Up from my parents’ flat in Germany, the American soldier And his wife. I was a young boy. She called one of her cakes… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
They lived a flight of stairs Up from my parents’ flat in Germany, the American soldier And his wife. I was a young boy. She called one of her cakes… Continue Reading
So I’ve locked my twitter account, and will focus mainly on doing updates on Mastodon. Musk’s right-wing postings and lies about covid-19 scientists, and his short-notice dissolution of twitter’s Trust… Continue Reading
In haste, as I need to leave for London soon. The real downside is that M is feeling very much under the weather and can’t come with me to have… Continue Reading
This evening, I’ve decided to sit on one of the comfy chairs in our nascent library and write at least part of my blog here, into my phone, rather than… Continue Reading
Today has just been one thing after another, with spreadsheets not tallying, VPN failures, worries about children, a seemingly unending flood of emails, simultaneous phone calls, etc etc. But I… Continue Reading
Very very late for me today, and I’m missing Bake Off: The Professionals to write this. Another revelation from my rock ‘n’ roll life for you. This morning I had… 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
An hour ago, I started keying a poem directly into this blog. It didn’t work. It can be like that sometimes, with poetry, with prose – you start something, it… Continue Reading
Today is radio day. And tomorrow. I’ve planned today’s show, sort of, if spending 3 hours looking for brand new music and getting 30 songs together is planning. Well, it… Continue Reading