Day 232
It’s always quite weird listening to myself on the radio when I decide to put up a pre-record rather than doing a live show so I can get on with… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s always quite weird listening to myself on the radio when I decide to put up a pre-record rather than doing a live show so I can get on with… Continue Reading
For as long as I can remember I have stepped onto thresholds rather than over them. Always the threshold in the middle of my foot, my right foot at that…. Continue Reading
I just got back from the supermarket (where I fruitlessly searched for some Aperol), and realised I hadn’t written the blog for the day yet. So, while M’s fabulous home-made… Continue Reading
After two nights of not sleeping very well at all, partly caused by my despair at seeing summer pass so quickly, I slept almost too well last night. Probably because… Continue Reading
The wind is blowing any number of leaves round the streets and gardens. The trees are distressed, losing leaves and condition, bowing down in the face of the climate catastrophe…. Continue Reading