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Nature the Prize

Bathe your eyes within the streaking of sun-rays followed by coolness in shadowy spaces and here I am between the two: one is the love I have for you...
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She

And I walk alone in a city wept of its men and what we do. Last week, in early Spring, I ’ d cock my head, maybe smile. But here, as if a Crocus. I...

Maria's Diary 3

January 6, 1830 William came and dined with us on the Monday after Christmas. He had heard from Mary and she seemed pleased with his likeness. She...

Villa Latino

Paul F. McCann VILLA LATINO The morning sunlight escaped through vacant lots in a cloudy sky-scape. Sunbeams fell to the ground and splattered a...

Free From Fear

Paul F. McCann FREE FROM FEAR As he lay in a hospital bed he tried to recall the events that took place the week before. It all seemed so vague now...

The Post COVID Travel Plan

The Post COVID Travel Plan By Paul McCann When the strain of COVID has gone away and we are free to travel once again Will everything in the world...

On The Edge of Blades (Chapter 3)

Syra heaved a heavy breath. Her tired shoulders carried two buckets of water that sloshed back and forth. Carrying the buckets had been something of...

That Olde Chestnut

That Olde Chestnut I am a chestnut tree Hard to crack! “That olde chestnut.” The hurricane barks! My leaves are green With enormous veins: Lizards'...

Pandora's Box

The sun was intense, And in the green parkland Older children played. A frisbee whizzed through the still air, And people grouped in case of a...

12/03/2021

So my knee is swollen now which I was dreading. My GP recommended Ibu Gel (10) a couple days earlier. I caught up with my Doctor (mother friend) this...

The Elusive Art

The Elusive Art Funky Funkus For Fortunate Few Real artists won't do alliteration Modernist are we the folks Seeking adoration Post structuralism Is...

Trying Our Love

. Trying Our Love By Paul McCann Trying . Lying. Sighing Crying. I'll keep on trying . Love is lying . I hear you sighing . Please stop crying...
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Craven Gets Flashed XIII

Story endings are a bit like life itself. Some end with a gentle sigh. Others with a scratch of the head and a What the hell was that all about? feel...

Feelings Inside

. Feelings Inside By Paul McCann So what is it that makes the knees quiver’ and gives you goosebumps that make you shiver then sends your heart into...

Celtic Child

, Celtic Child By Paul McCann In the mists of time she walked like a child, With Celtic ways that had the world beguiled. She had gothic eyes and an...

The tedium is the message

Piers Oh piers The nations been waiting for the end of tiers We need a Villain for our collective jeers Handcock is in it up to his ears But for you...

In Days Like This to Be an Honest Person

"This was my first stuffed fly diorama," he said as he placed the six-inch square of cardboard, with its strange decoration upon it, onto the...
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On The Edge of Blades (Chapter 2.5)

Water dripped down like tired rain from the ceiling. The small cell was cramped and humid, and the air reeked of rot and decay. Syra lay on the cold...

Thursday Evening

Today I took a leaf from her book. Turned off the TV, the radio, the phone. Lay under her throw, reading her books, And wearing the sweater she...

Is Time Travel Possible?

"Conventional" time travel to the past is impossible because it will always result in a contradiction of logic. Just as the simple example if I can...

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