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FACE.
Over the two weeks, I didn’t watch any of the tennis. A yearly sport that I grew up watching and enjoyed most of my life, now it seemed all the...
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No Johnny, No! ( 1 of 2)
I met Johnny in 1997. He was one of those guys that you instantly take a liking to. We sat opposite each other at the Courier company. He worked on...
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Through the fogged lens
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A Couple, unique
A Couple, unique Hey Pranati and Pramod emissaries from His abode! United in heaven, sent to earth as of the ideal couple there, there was a dearth...
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The Clockwork Mouse: Part Two
'We are happy here, Sarah, aren't we, just the two of us. I don't know what I'd do without you.' 'Yes, Mum, you mustn't worry about anything.' No,...
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The Clockwork Mouse: Part One
Sarah Mountford was thirty today. What should she do for her birthday? Her mother Anne had suggested she spend it with her. They could maybe go out...
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Bastille Day, Barbecue Smoke, and the Weight of History
It’s Bastille Day. All across France, sausages sizzle on supermarket grills, fireworks crack like toy guns in the evening sky, and municipal...
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"Art of Trouble"
Trouble. Why does it follow me like I’m the opposing magnet to its negative force and if I am the positive force, why should it follow me at all? A...
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Froggy Came A-Courting (And So Did I)
There’s an old English folk song I half-remember from childhood — “A Froggy Went A-Courting.” It drifts in with its lilting tune and strange courtly...
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The 12th Anniversary Of Dad's Death
When Dad got Leukemia, he put up a fight. He took chemo but lost his battle 12 years ago tonight. After months of taking chemotherapy, he died. He...
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And Yet I Still Watch
I scroll through YouTube’s endless thumbnails and I am bored. Bored of the screaming, the sensationalism, the world set permanently to crisis pitch...
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An Expression Of Celtic Dreaming
An Expression Of Celtic Dreaming By Paul McCann Within our subconsious mind there are these escape hatches on the mystical pathway , That is where we...
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Mother Of Debt
Mother Of Debt By Paul McCann Mother of debt It’s hard to forget the bills that need paid and money we owe . Mother of debt We work hard each day and...
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Longing to Belong
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Estrangement, distance, alienation, suspiciousness between each nation; in family, and friendships’ strain:...
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The Flying Brick
I’d been scouring AutoTrader for weeks — every spare moment, even before I passed my full motorcycle test. What I really wanted was one of those...
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The Busker’s Fairytale
The Busker’s Fairytale By Paul McCann The crowd walked along through Buskers Lane like a passing parade . I stood there like before them, a man with...
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Grabbing on me genes
“She’s grabbing on me genes Dave.” I looked at Tony’s trousers in confusion. “She’s grabbing your jeans?” “No, my genes. My sperm. My superior...
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My Gastroschisis Warrior
In the hush before the dawn, A flicker on the screen, A doctor’s voice, softly spoken, Cuts through the in-between. A tiny life still forming, Hands...
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The Daughter-Wife
When she died, The house fell quiet and wide, And he looked at me like I should slide, Right into the space where her shadow stayed, A child in a...
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The Weight of Light
At dawn, Lucifer bore a burning torch to light Venus. Loadstar led him into temptation until all trespasses were vanquished. His archangel glory...
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