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I was behind the trees, digging graves, When I heard the wind sweep up the hill, Driving the rain ahead of it. The graves Would be full of water in… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I was behind the trees, digging graves, When I heard the wind sweep up the hill, Driving the rain ahead of it. The graves Would be full of water in… Continue Reading
I’ve got my timings wrong again today, and I’m typing this on my phone as Strictly starts (not that I’m a great fan of Halloween or Halloween specials). Finally,… Continue Reading
For some reason, as I was spreading jam on my bread this morning, the cool breeze coming in through the open French doors in the library (God, that sounds much… Continue Reading
My first 5E acupuncture for a month. I needed it. And the treatment just emphasised to me how important it is to have a connection with your practitioner, and how… 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
The world is peopled by idiots. Sorry, that’s perhaps too much of a generalisation. But – I’m just home from taking A to work, and the number of people driving… Continue Reading
For the first time this year, which still seems new but is anything but, I put on my shorts to go for my walk yesterday. For once, I carried on… Continue Reading
I just threw a cough sweet wrapper at the bin. It missed. That’s just about a metaphor for my days. Yesterday, Ren wrote about having ideas and almost immediately forgetting… Continue Reading
The scrag-end of the storm bites Its way through my various layers of clothes Screws my back into untenable postures So I have to lie on the bed to bend… Continue Reading
Night Train To Lisbon, which I have just finished, has kindled many thoughts, all along separate paths. I started it at the end of 2021, so it’s been a very… Continue Reading