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What's Not Written

How can I prepare to welcome new verses when lapse of memory chases days and nights; voices floating; emotions longing to be carried in flight,...
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The Spa

The Spa I blame him. Why didn't he see? Surely there were enough clues. At first, in the beginning, we were so close. Soul mates! What a ridiculous...
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Remembering Corrie ten Boom

Courage when the Nazis invaded their land – to stay. Courage when offering to hide Jews – pray, pray. Courage when making a secret room – willl...
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The Streets With No Shame

The Streets With No Shame By Paul McCann Without a word of a lie , sure nobody would deny what I believe in my heart., is that our love won’t depart...
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The Old Chimney Sweep

The Old Chimney Sweep By Paul McCann The chimney sweep came down the street looking as black as your boot With brushes and sticks in his hand to...

14.2 Journey of Ascension

Salazar paced up and down in the spacious hotel room, beige walls and dark blue curtains, original antique furniture and exquisite works of art...
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Story of the week

Sean Happens.

‘Yer little friends are no so little noo,’ said Auntie Evie. She was skinny, dark haired and exhausted looking, but not as exhausted look as my mum...
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Parcel for you...Part 22

The air in the car was filled with the familiar scent of Annie, a stuffy mix of patchouli and clothing which had been put away slightly damp. Despite...
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Poem of the week

The Moon Maiden

This poem is based on a Japanese folktale about a childless couple – a bamboo cutter and his wife – who are given an infant by the Moon Maiden. It is...
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14.1 Journey of Ascension

In the height of the short summer, potatoes did bring no bloom, berries and mushrooms were not ripe. It was cold and the stove kept them warm...

Teething Time -

Teething Time - By Paul McCann My little teeth are coming through I don't know what to do My Mum gave me a teething ring to sit all day and chew ...

Dreams Beyond The Milly Dam

Dreams Beyond The Milly Dam By Paul McCann There once were two swans in the Milly dam with two big flapping feet.. Sometimes you’d see them walk from...

Carnivals and Gypsy Kings

Carnivals and Gypsy Kings by Paul McCann With no home of their own except for a caravan they would frequently arrive on the spare ground fringes...
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The Little Lady

I think I deserved a little whisky and water to help me through the interviews. We’d agency doing the cleaning, but I’d told my wife it would be...
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We Never Speak of Rose

We do not speak of Rose, who was deposed from middle management, who went or was made to go, who knows? We will not mention Rose, who was with us for...
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Too Many Tabs Open

I’ve got too many tabs open in my head. Even at night I don’t close them just in case they disappear forever. A classmate I admired, the name of a...
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THE GLOBAL VILLAGE

'The Universal Wavelength.'
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Using Your Head

Using Your Head By Paul McCann I said to the teacher , I am a poor creature , spare me the time to think . I should have done my sums , with my...

Belfast Afternoons

Belfast Afternoons By Paul McCann Diamond buns and hay-stacks . Coconut macaroons. Baps and scones and currant squares. Belfast afternoons. Beano...
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A Stormy Night

A Stormy Night By Paul McCann Tonight will be a stormy night , And to the town I have to go . I’ll ride my bike on this rainy night , As the wind may...

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