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Little Nancy Guru ‘By Paul McCann Little Nancy guru how did you know all the things tomorrow brings and the right way to go . Its as if you’ve seen...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How come there’s still believers found who love that carpenter? Though long time’s past they still abound –...

Before the day glows with favour & my eyes begin to show movement the wind is soft upon my face. I can smell apples from the tree above me...

When I was a lad I worked on big ships. Here I describe the Suez Canal stretch of a sea passage from Quebec City in Canada to Colombo in Sri Lanka round about 1977. Our ship was loaded with a bulk cargo of poverty relief grain financed by the United Nations Fund for Population Activities (UNFPA). Some of my writing is an embellishment of the truth and a little bit of it is the result of pure imagination, but this poem is as near to the truth as I could get whilst attempting to remain poetic.

The Sinisterish Milkman (For Halloween) The sinisterish milkman from the world's end dairy has a glint in the eye that makes you wary and clinking...

This morning started in a black hole. Of course I tried with some candles and piano music to create with might and main the right atmosphere It didn'...

And there was somebody on a bicycle stopping by my motorbike as I turned around. “Kawla!” he negotiated, “Is it you?” “Hi!” I returned blankly. “It’s...

The Island Of Dreams By Paul McCann To the island of dreams , now its time to go , there’s nothing more to do , in this place we know. Stitch up was...

Just another gig! I look out over the crowd. I wonder ‘how has this sight become ‘just another gig’?” Turning to the others, I smile as Rod tickles...