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My Absent-Minded Violinist

He loves me but he leaves me here and there and everywhere. He makes me sing so tunefully but I wish he’d take more care! Ond day, a train guard...

art

language is imperfect art is a conduit for emotion and almost all art is limited by medium even film contrained by its screen a tiny window to peep...

Desire

I used to think art and love were things we do - not because anyone tells us to, but because something inside us insists on being seen, and shared...
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Holidays in Time 2

I sat with Chris in the front room of his flat. He sat in front of a desktop computer which was on a stand in front of his wooden chair. I sat on the...
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Assortment #1

1. The Cross I would carry a cross Made from guilt and sweat I will extinguish all my loss My journey will be my debt The road will be my train This...
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The Watchers In The Walls

It was better in the fort. Tucked between the couch and the wall. Made of three blankets, two couch cushions, and a big cardboard box from Mom’s new...
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The lyre of Orpheus

There was a summer, not long after Breathless came out, when I listened to it on repeat. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds — a song unlike most of theirs,...
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Summer

A short one. image from wikimedia
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Gold cherry

There’s a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Engels

Dyado Petr, Baba Stefka and Todor Zhivkov are/were real people, the earthquake and appointment of a new head of state really did happen, and the places I’ve mentioned really do exist, but much of the rest of this tale is a fig leaf of my imagination. However, it describes an event that could have taken place in my part of Bulgaria seventy years ago. Superstition is so strong and diverse here that it’s possible to make it up and get away with it. Maybe I did make it up and maybe I didn’t.
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John Attard.

Someone sent me a video. It was a short clip. The video is about an old man called John Attard, he was a great, grand-father. He was treated very...

Sunday Bike Ride

Sunday Bike Ride By Paul McCann Sunday on a bike as fast as you like propelled by the squeeze of handlebar grease . Changing gears with feet tap...

Looking for yesterday

The River of Time keeps on flowing along, is probably a song lyric someplace. I have just forgotten where. I had pause to think of the notion...
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Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon and it's as hot and humid as it can be oh god it making me so sleepy this hot humid heat I know I should be doing things and...
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A Poet's Greek Mythology

If I knew grace amid embrace of time, that declares how encapsulating and alluring this lyre of blessed energy; then lull of many women surely...
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Cap And Crown

I didn’t just earn a degree I found myself, Inbetween nappies and deadlines, tucked into lunchboxes and long nights, stitched into nursery rhymes and...

The Unseen Seed Of Trust

The Unseen Seed Of Trust By Paul McCann Trust is an unseen seed that you need to plant in your life so you can start to believe and never doubt again...
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Ghigau part 10

Catherine Booth was in her kitchen, cooking Halloumi burgers and salad, with fruit and Greek yoghurt to follow, and sipping wine. She checked her...

In The Garden Where The Fairies Dwell

In The Garden Where The Fairies Dwell By Paul McCann There’s a place I know where we can go and stay just as long as you’re there and if you are one...

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