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Internal Jukebox

Stalking shadowed cranial corridors searing sounds from sonic youthdays revenants from times forgotten dislodged songs swim sleepstarved mind...
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Poem of the week

January Skies

In January beautiful tracery of skeletal branches on clear skies cool blue cloudscapes near-sunset tinges – back-lighting glow.
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Over the Rainbow (work-in-progress)

Tim was born and spent the majority of his life in the perfectly 90 degree square municipality of Ranson. Like most during their pre-pubescence, he...
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Winter in the Adirondacks

Winter, in upstate New York, is a cross country skiers delight. The snow cover is usually good. There are lots of mountains and high forests to glide...

Aubade

It is in the early hours around three, that we come awake, (hence the title) and can fall prey to thinking. Aubade was also a title of one of Larkins poems, which we have been reading in my poetry group. And as much as I admire Larkin it is a very bleak poem (it wouldn't be Larkin otherwise); my poem is less bleak and offers a reconciliation of sorts with memories persistence. (Image courtesy of Pixabay)

wyndpharms are stupid

for the last time, there was another time with handles to the here, & now, one day there will be more than viruses man made or monkeys/esoteric...
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Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Uncle John's Popemobile.

Black specks were moving on the stacked plates of uneaten leftovers and the casual smears of a man that had tried to tidy up. Casualties lay on the...
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Damn them.... a rant.

Today the 29th, 1979. It turned me and educated me about the insane "National Rifle Association" I(the NRA), in America. Today marks the anniversary...
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SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!

They have suffered. Many lives have been changed forever, for worst. They have kept their dignity, as the world watched them. We have all felt their...

Friends in high places

The Day the Sunset Waited We were playing golf, at the Spring Run Golf Complex in Estero Florida, with friends, Joe & Phyllis Schneider, from...

The Slums Of Tomorrow

The Slums Of Tomorrow By Paul McCann Weeks and weeks turn into months , so much time is spent . Once it was so easy to find a place to rent . Too...
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In Between The Night And Day

In Between The Night And Day By Paul McCann In between the night and day , homeless people find their way To the places where they’re laid where the...
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New Directions (6)

I faked a call on my mobile. Pretending to jump, I patted my jacket pocket and took it out. ‘Excuse me, Celia. My office.’ I held the thing up and...
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The Man in the Iran Mosque

The story of a magic carpet-ride through Persia - Part Nine.
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Sons & Others

How has it come to pass when two sons have forgotten me? Does love ever survive whenever time comes after being shared in the growing – from early...

How to write a short story

Terrence Oblong is it? He’s fat isn’t he. I wasn’t expecting him to be fat. Didn’t he used to write about running? I guess they must have been...
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"Willow's Missing Tail" 12

“Perfidia, I’m sure Jon isn’t in jeopardy with your cousin,” Martha reasoned. “And I’m not so sure,” Perfidia replied and turned back to Willow with...
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The Phone Booth Incident - A Ned's Tavern Tale

“I solved a case today,” said Craven. “It started with the flick of an ash from a ‘46 Buick.” Craven Danger stubbed out his cigarette in the half-...
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