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The Bear That Caught the Fish

(down) Bad luck is a heavy chain Wrapped round your throat It’s an endless witches curse That won’t let you float Across the sky Every step that you...

Waiting For The Thaw

Sometimes I think I'll never write again...but then inspiration comes when I least expect it. Activating poetry is like waking from the thaw of...

One Is Never Enough!

Recently I have started buying my Brother Eric yoghurt, as I do his shopping twice a week, I get him low-fat yoghurts as his diabetic Nurse rang me...

Mum Or Mom. Mummy Or Mommy.

Recently I was in a discussion with a group of people, some I knew some I didn’t. The discussion was the spelling of Mum. Someone older than myself,...

all flesh is as grass

all flesh is as grass the reclusive author in his favourite frayed rust corduroy suit (patched at the elbow) dozing in a wicker chair sighed as a...

The Flight

. The Flight By Paul McCann No speed limits apply, The sky road has no end A messages through the sky . Below the roads that lie, Stretch out then...

THE MUSTANG

'SWEET DREAM MACHINE'

On Cobblestones

. On Cobblestones By Paul McCann I stood near Bethnal Green Station in East London . It was past twilight . I stood alone on the cobblestones there...

Excuse Us From Excuses

. Excuse Us From Excuses By Paul McCann I'm sick of people making excuses for killing each other . As if they've the right to take a life . There's...
Cherry

Absent Without Leave

An A to Z story accounting the effects of the absence of a loved one during Christmas Another Christmas had come and gone, but Jason’s present still...

"yinno"

It's about... you know... image source pikrepro.com
Cherry

Wild Rose …

pink blush of beauty climbing the hedges … fragile, fleeting ….
Cherry

Pigeon Variations - Ch 15 - Stains

Quit. Don’t do it. Quit. Pyser knew he could walk out of that hotel and not clean the bathroom. It was easy. He felt loyalty to no one.
Cherry

Forgive Me for Falling Through the Stars

The air is chilling from crisp April rain and the scent of blooming flowers; pastel pinks, blues, and purples paint the sky. I watch Daniel move...

Hazelnut

Sleepless poems again.

Blue Smoke

Did anyone ask me if I wanted this? No, they bloody well didn’t. And if they had, I’d have said to them, you can keep it mate. Not interested. I’ve...

Honor and Morals of Sword Fighting

Honor and Morals of Sword Fighting By Sequoia Fahey The dance of the big kids if one I see often. Its is all fun and games. No one is hurt. At least...

Real Sword Fighting is Better than Video Games

Real Sword Fighting is Better than Video Games By Sequoia Fahey The Big Kids are playing at the intersection again. ... Clack Clack Clack... Their...

Remember How We Used to Play

in the upper atmosphere in the vertical climb in the sky above the clouds remember how we used to play in the nautical dusk along the radians of...

Backyard Wonder

Walking, walking, the green and the blue; Opal skies and damp cold dew. Calls from the heavens, luminosity from ambitions nothing out here requires...

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