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Plans. Lore and Char were stood around a table, a holographic model of a star system floated between them. Lore traced a line from the fourth planet...

The flaming pud was always a hit With our dog, my brothers and me Filled with spices of exotic hue We never quite knew just how to behave, How to...

Here And After By Paul McCann As he opened his eyes, he was looking down at himself there on a hospital bed with this doctor confirming he was...

Orange. Lore and Char were both sporting the same, orange jumpsuits as they ran through a labyrinth of concrete walls. The Hologram appeared beside...

Happy Christmas. Happy Christ mas. Happy CHRISTmas. Merry Christmas. Was in my home town last night, I had gone to buy two very special cards, one...

The following, a remembrance of a Cecil Taylor gig in the early 1960s, is a chapter from "Going Outside: Fiction • Commentary • Jazz." Published by Cyberwit.

No one expected it. It could have all been a lot worse!! When I heard there had been gun shots, yesterday morning, in Austrillia. But hours later the...

Why did the earthworm want to go across the road? … was the grass there greener? …

The thoughts of a wee boy in a wee town in the North of Ireland in the late 1960s and his love for a white Morris 1000 van and hares and bicycles and not being shot at and having a jumper to wear that doesn’t smell of sick.