Miscellaneous
Lying in Lissadell.
There's an old log that lies rotting on the shore at Lissadell, right where the shingle meets the fields. It's lain there for as long as I've been...
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November graveyard with a robin.
The sun shone on the snow-covered graveyard this afternoon, a place where the atmosphere was heavy with memories, sadness, longing and hope. Beside...
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The Three Ages of Man
Lots of noise, drink and smoke; the ideal environs of a lecher. And then the marathon begins, every little game, just another day as carrier and...
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Satin. Part Two.
My daughter Meghan set me up recently on a fantastic, on-line site, where I can sell my things and buy beautiful things at a bargain price. This has...
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Satin. Part One.
Meghan my daughter did her research and told me, “For your curly hair satin pillows is good for your hair,” So I bought lovely satin pillows from...
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Music Is The Breath Of The Soul
Music Is The Breath Of The Soul By Paul McCann Life is a song , love is the call , lets all try and sing along . It’s seen and heard in the place...
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My spot.
A man with unruly blond hair and a ginger beard was sitting in my spot when I entered the cafe today. Moreover, the lout had his feet up on the seat...
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Novemberly thinking.
As this short, sad November day begins to draw quietly to an unremarkable close, the sun comes out and fills the garden with a strange, wet, yellow...
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Red, red wine.
A mollitious warmth stole through my inward parts this evening as I directed a river of red Italian wine down my throat. Although it was an...
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An Artistic Expression
An Artistic Expression by Paul McCann The depiction of still life there in a art form for all to share , some fruit on a silver platter whatever the...
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