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Running. Lore sprinted after the figure. Lore watched as their past ran effortlessly through the open streets and, to start, thought they’d struggle...

The following, a remembrance of a Cecil Taylor gig in the early 1960s, is a chapter from "Going Outside: Fiction • Commentary • Jazz." Published by Cyberwit.

Bondi Before Christmas Day By Paul McCann Just before Christmas day some thoughts of poetry began to come . I sat down and thought about Bondi and...

Why did the earthworm want to go across the road? … was the grass there greener? …

The thoughts of a wee boy in a wee town in the North of Ireland in the late 1960s and his love for a white Morris 1000 van and hares and bicycles and not being shot at and having a jumper to wear that doesn’t smell of sick.

I thought I had heard about all the major bad things in the world. Some things little or small I have read about on social media, as they slowly...

The Arizona dust tasted like copper and old regrets. Quinn spat a mouthful of tobacco out the window of the rumbling stagecoach. Beside him, perched...

" David Beckham has been in this kitchen,” said Tom. “Sir David Beckham?” I said. “Really, when?” “When he was at school,” said Julie. “His...