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Child Named Hope
What if we were hearing the child of hope? Would we listen to this new cry born out of love that touches our very soul, a force free, pure and...
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Searching For Answers
. Searching For Answers By Paul McCann I cast my thoughts out towards tomorrow . my soul is searching for You . I’m trying to find answers to all of...
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It’s All In A Day
. It’s All In A Day By Paul McCann Each day comes and each day goes and all we have are the twenty four hours to live and laugh , cry or die Then as...
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The Wrath Of Heaven
. The Wrath Of Heaven By Paul McCann There are those who give Lord and there are those who take , there are those who bend Lord and there are those...
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Mitch (Chapter Two)
He relished her like this, supping out every last drop of her collapsing spirit like a spider with a fly.
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Chekhov's Gun
If you hang a gun on the wall in the 1st act...
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Dear Cleo
A bosom friend (Edited)
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What makes you attractive?
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Mercy and faithfulness …Garland attractive … help me love righteousness, bringing me happiness, to others blessedness.
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Wabi-Sabi
The joyful pursuit of imperfection The teapot in the charity shop window Spout stained, broken and repaired I bought it for three pounds fifty,...
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Phyllis McFadden 1931-1986
I was twenty-three when my Auntie Phyllis died. She was fifty-five. I’m older now than she was when she died. Back then, in 1986, I thought anyone...
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part 5
The car bump ing as Karen drove off the ferry woke Mary from a bad dream - a huge spiderweb dangling with bundles like sad grey fruit, soft and...
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The Worst Words
If I asked you while the sun fell on our past, sinking beneath a brown and loathing sea, what the worst words were. You would perhaps shrug your...
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At The Summer Fair
. At The Summer Fair By Paul Mc Cann I had two bob to spare. Better than some who had none . I went down to the fair . On the sidewalks of Dundrum. I...
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Vomit City
Vomit City I was stumbling home the rain had turned to hail. Ahead staggered a woman Spewing in the gutter Looking very pail. So I lifted her from...
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Picnic Mountain
. Picnic Mountain By Paul McCann On the top of picnic mountain we always unpacked the fold up table and chairs , Then we spread out a laced...
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. Strawberry Time
. . Strawberry Time By Paul McCann Strawberry shortcakes for breakfast, Strawberry jelly for lunch. Strawberry jam on fresh bread and fresh...
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Fury on the Crests
of Northumberland Strait- the Atlantic ocean rages with pelting wind and frothing against a lobster boat’s hull newly painted sending it into a spin...
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Darren's Records
short one from last night while watching my partner playing his records
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Old Spice
Your arms, strong around my skinny torso, squeezing warmth through me. I breathe all of you in, feeling every thread of wool from your thick pleated...
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Mrs Swift Talks
Mrs Swift Talks ‘Where’s the new guy Petty, Sarge? Said I’d take him for a beer.’ ‘Naffed me off. I’ve sent him to see Mrs Swift.’ ‘Harsh Sarge,...
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