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This golden glow Shines silently... Night will soon Spread through Shedding light From darkness, Capture such Essence as Beams Roll out Glowing...

Yesterday was a strange day, I put the BBC news on and at the bottom of the screen was the main headlines, “Actor Bradley Walsh shot dead in Scotland...

God it hurt to love him. Our love blazed everything and everyone in its path, leaving nothing in its wake but a pile of flattened rubble. The depth...

Soft Shoes By Paul McCann Walking down in my soft shoes , no one knows that it’s me Don’t want to wake them up now , don’t want them to see, How I...

A Christmas visitor.

“What can you do for me?,” said Queen Cersei, as she sat in the hairdresser’s chair, considering her barnet. “I can’t do anything about that,” said...

[This short poem was written, at request, for the Thanksgiving Service for a dear very elderly man who had had a working life as a skilful and dedicated mining engineer, though when asked of his occupation he would simply say ‘A miner’. I remembered Ewan’s writing on a colliery disaster in the 19th century, and thought it good to remember those who worked hard to improve and keep safety in industry.] Deep shafts, black gold, dark collier shifts …

Hello can someone out there please tell me something Can you please tell me, if you can How many times do we miss what we see And to how many things...

The dead won’t eat you. Okay, they might, but not if you know what you’re doing. I shuffle and stumble along in the way I have been trained to do. I...