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16.1 Playa Del Rey

Hours of hurtling and on the climb to Harbour Bridge, she sighted a ghost ship hauled in the bay; a huge aircraft carrier. Shortly, Natalia arrived...
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In The Beginning (for Monarch butterflies)

In the beginning, there was a maker - every story has one. A fleeting matriarch who abandons life to chance, here, to the underside of leaves of...
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Frosty the Snowman

I was going to go out to the garden and build a snowman but then I remembered that I needed to put some fat on the cat’s abscess. I haven’t been...
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'Come, Lord Jesus.’

How many scoff, deny, forget – they do not want to know … Every eye will one day see Him, Jesus returning, majestic, reigning: how many will be waiting with faith, upon the earth?
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Ballerina Toy Box

The boundary between the real and imagined world can be a thin veil Daylight fades, an ethereal twilight descends, I turn the key, music tinkles like...
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A Painting In Hackney

A Painting In Hackney By Paul McCann I was waiting for a bus in Hackney and lifted my eyes to the sky. I was so surprised and delighted with the...
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Odyssey of a Prodigal Stepson Chapeter 10 (rewrite)

Recap: In part 9, Jamie found Koromaru lying dead on the Radcliffe lawn. Being the only one there when Catarina came home she jumped to the wrong...

Amour

It is the Autumn of my salad days and longing for a mate other stags have now selected their hardy one and only. At times we scrabbled and strolled...
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WebWorld (4.6)

I don’t like to admit how long it took for me to gather up my wits – although in my defence I had a headache like nothing I’d ever had before, like...
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flotsam and jetsam

On the beach, among litter a herring gull fledgeling, dead beside a Happy Birthday balloon background : Soothed in vast freedom and insouciance of...
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Depression

I am what I am not That’s what I’ve been taught The timekeeper in my head keeps each tick of the day He feeds me guilt pain on not going away, again...

A Son and Wife's Betrayal

All my lousy son cared about was getting laid. I had to pick up the pieces after I was betrayed. I should've known something was wrong because of how...

Curious Ambiance

A poem about impressions that live on. Chasing pleasures, those worthwhile moments billowing resonance...some melodiously soothing worries away, a...

The Hungry Years

. The Hungry Years By Paul McCann Writing songs came to me as a gift in the beginning of the 1980’s . I could hear melodies in my head with lyrics...

A bird

A bird is not Flying The wind is blowing the plant's stem Whilst the sun is shining

Who's to blame?

Who's to blame? As the world weep And each wound cuts deep When all live in fear As if all would become slaughtered sheep Who's to blame? As the...

love rages and sighs

banners fly onwards filled of faith emerald and sapphire gentle peace love rages and sighs a ruby's glow heart of courage carries the torch desert of...

15.2 A Load of Crapes

She reached North Flannery Road and made way across the highway to the south until she came to rest at Metro café on Old Hammond. Three-thirty in the...

Raising Three

Raising Three children on your own not easy these hard pressed days what with Covid-19 and all its concerns two boys & one girl growing faster...
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dog days.

The washing machine sloshed and whirled, the edge of the dog blanket appeared and tumbled in on itself, before going into the spin cycle making the...

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