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Lost In The Beat

Lost In The Beat By Paul McCann They don’t listen to the words anymore all they hear is the beat . They don’t want songs with meaning no more they...

The Soul

The soul is a silent witness..

Christmas At Willies

Christmas At Willies By Paul McCann I walked into the city centre with my six string under my arm . I hoped being Christmas Eve people would be...

The Day Will Come

The day will come When life has gone. Then love will claim dominium. As I search through the stars, I'll know where you are. And find you. Eternal...

The Sky

is a tenor in an orchestra of music its proud evening shades of sunshine dropping as notes in a soliloquy during twilight. The nearby farm family in...

Reconciled, then fostering peace

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] So vast the chasm, huge the rift …What could he do? …to foster peace they’d now been freed!

Bathtub

I don’t have any pretty metaphors left tonight. No flowery language to dull the ache in my bones.

A Precious Gift

Autumn is a serenade of calico as gushing water creates a mini-falls over outcroppings of shale. Splashing in hilarious moments of pleasure is a dare...