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What with all the rain and wild weather, I’ve been contemplating water nymphs, curses, three wishes and uncanny rivers birling dark peaty pools. Once...

Jenny's Giggle In The Garden By Paul McCann It was a quiet afternoon in Karmasville and Jenny heard the birds singing in the tree outside her window...

Jack Schwartzman had one daughter and three sons. This Producer died of Pancreatic Cancer at the age of 61. Sadly, he lost his life thirty years ago...

The next few weeks were busy. Although the Writing Council hadn’t announced where the Henderson Festival would be held, Whitcombe was confident that...

The working press is not portrayed too favorably in their own forum. T.V. shots of a gaggle of reporters screaming questions at a public official,...

It's a folk-rite of renewal. Like many, in its original form, it is unutterably savage. This is an old poem, (2015) but I've rescued it from an old hard disk because it reminds me of the clips I saw of last night's ridiculous pre-election slanging match. Image licence Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Image source wikipedia.org.

The initial launch lulled them into a false sense of security. They had all expected to have been thrown around the bridge, similar to pebbles in a...

I didn’t know I had a sister until it was too late. Snow muffled sound and the weight of the outside world. We didn’t have money for the electricity...

"Well, well vile shrew. You're nowt to look at and you were hard to woo, but I'll say one thing for ye - you make a mighty fine tea." "Thank ee...