24/2023
We phoned in sick that day, When no-one knew we were together, And drove west, work erased from our lives, Out to a place full of old cars, and Argued… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
We phoned in sick that day, When no-one knew we were together, And drove west, work erased from our lives, Out to a place full of old cars, and Argued… Continue Reading
Often, too often, I long back to when things were less complicated, back to when it was just M and me, or even to before that, when it was only… Continue Reading
Sitting up again last night, I scribbled two pages that I planned to transcribe onto here this morning, but I’ve canned that. Where yesterday upbeatness came from, I don’t know…. Continue Reading
It’s late afternoon, I’ve got Test Match Special on, listening to the fourth day of the test match of England against New Zealand. I have to admit that I had been… Continue Reading
The world is so full of heartbreak today I can do nothing more than share my love. 31 YEARS Sometimes we forget the road travelled And the pain of making… Continue Reading
The sky is full of man-made mysteries and secrets. I saw a steady glow moving through the Great Bear this morning, craning my neck so much it hurt, looking away… Continue Reading
You were wrong, Thomas Stearns, with your parchment voice, Your cracked vowels, your indifferent style of reading, And the hissing of your consonants, broken syllables. January is the month which… Continue Reading
Like any father, I spend much of my time thinking about my children’s relationships (or lack of) and happiness (or lack of). Not that I think they need to be… Continue Reading
The quiet start, the build-up of notes, before that voice, low at first, then soaring through the room, through space, through my heart. The radio on, in the echoing, mouldy… Continue Reading