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The Afterthought
I am the poem at the back of the book hidden discreetly, where no one will look. The rejected fragment that somehow got in. the dull afterthought...
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The stranger
“For goodness’ sake, how did I ever, ever get to this point?” She bows her head, her hair falls loosely over the soft, slightly oval face. Her...
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Ice & Snow
Such noisy clatter upon my bedroom panes amid the growth of a swelling snow-storm comes to visit us & so I abide in the mystery of its ways as it...
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1:4:6 Johned (Part 3)
“We can’t wait.” Lore’s tone was flatter than usual. “If we do, that is what we’ll be waiting for.” The clones were still paralysed by the event that...
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4am
dream merges with room i look at the clock 4am fragments of dream & this time i’ve seen so many provoked are death problems past failures i...
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Improv workshop
“Sir Keith, we’ve arranged for you to take an improv workshop,” said Davey, his Parliamentary Assistant. “An improv workshop? But I’m leader of the...
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Pandora's Box (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 47)
Just because a journey is over, that doesn't mean that everything is sorted out, as both Samantha and the Detectives find out!
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Falling
What is it that keeps dropping, Falling away from its source? The original fabric looser, less complete, Yet vivid, original, distinct, Thinned to...
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The Black Dog
Jet fuel and petrol are ethanol, that is ethyl alcohol. It is highly combustible and surgical alcohol is generally used for disinfecting killing...
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Even Father Christmas blown over …!
Grey ‘air-ship’ convoy clouds lumber across the sky, trees shake and bend traffic-light pole sways leaves skitter about (and something sharp hit my...
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Love Lost
Love Lost by Paul McCann There is one drink call it an endless want for something you can’t have that makes you take a sup but beware my love because...
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far dust
far dust we each leave far dust, star dust, on each other, human bumps and scrapes and knocks, like asteroids at bounce our dust of origins –...
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Mother Of Bethlehem
Mother Of Bethlehem By Paul McCann Mother of Bethlehem shadows of angels all through the night Seemed to be dancing in the moon light . Mother of...
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Its that Crazy Time Of The Year
Its that Crazy Time Of The Year By Paul McCann Kangaroo jumped, the pigs went grunt , the skunk went stinkity poo . The cows all mooed and the owls...
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Albert and Perky
He put the book down and turned to his model railway. Pictures of locos were stuck to the wall around it. Feeling for the control box from his bed,...
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180 Years Old
There is a biting wind coming across the salt-water loch. The waves are up and the smell of the brine and seaweed is strong. Snow-capped mountains...
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The Colourful Room
A flame centres an otherwise barren grey room, accompanied only by a flock of birds barely maintaining flight above. The flame struggles to remember...
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Rain in Kalgoorlie
Reading some of the poems, and just walking around our village, reminds me of how much we associate rain as a winter condition; that prompted me to find this old poem, to give an aternative, where rain (as I well remember) is a god-send. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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