Day 298
I closed yesterday by saying that the colour of tyranny is irrelevant. The proof of the pudding is evidently in the eating. Braverman, a woman of colour, has just been… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I closed yesterday by saying that the colour of tyranny is irrelevant. The proof of the pudding is evidently in the eating. Braverman, a woman of colour, has just been… Continue Reading
It’s dark in the office. Late afternoon. The ceiling light isn’t on, just the angle-poise above my desk. The sun is already dipping below the houses in the street, and… Continue Reading
Two thirds through this year already, and my thoughts are already turning to what I’ll do with this next year. I am finding that my daily splurges are open to… Continue Reading
Over the last week or so, I’ve been working on a song with the brilliant Marina Florance. This is probably the most complex song we’ve worked on together, and it’s… Continue Reading
When I lie on our bed to do my back stretches (worth adding here that I will start doing them in the study once we’ve finished the building work and… Continue Reading
Yesterday was an odd day. I felt totally lethargic for most of it, even wrote a poem about how the greyness seemed to be sucking the life out of me…. Continue Reading
Traitors (Mix A) We came as strangers, no rights, no rewards.We held up this country, straight after the wars. ChorusThe media deplore us, lies and hate haunt us.We are traitors,… Continue Reading
Saturday was more of a day away from the campaign trail than on it. I’d been asked a long time ago to do a set of poetry at the Turn… Continue Reading