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A very dark night.

Nothing about him is right. His ears are too crooked, his eyes too blind, his hair too wild, his head too big, his body too narrow, his words too...

I don’t know. You take a week off to have Covid and return to a world where the Post Office has grown horns and a tail. The arts strike again.

The sun is probing morning’s shabby looking grey-mist a movement of sunshine emerges here & there provides enough colour brings gladness to the...

This will be self explanatory for UK members; otherwise please google Mr Bates versus the Post Office. I dashed this off last night, after watching the ITV show; not good poetry but heartfelt. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

Drifting Away To Another Time And Place by Paul McCann When I saw her walking down the street , I looked at her and said What about you , how are you...

Another Picture Of A Place In Another Time By Paul McCann In the village I grew I recall the gambling that went on around the back alleys and spare...

Buffalo- THE WINDY CITY As we walked along the banks of Cazenovia Creek, in West Seneca, the wind howled around us like a Banshee's wail. The water...

The update went on rather longer than Vanessa had expected. She gave up on watching over him, there was something horrifying about seeing Spencer in...