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I Cannot Explain

through words the beauty of this moment how I must stand on both feet as I gaze at two deer- mother and child one needing one giving her fondness as...

Wisdoms Wings

. Wisdoms Wings By Paul Mc Cann Wise words wait, while whiskey with water will whet Wexford whistles wonderfully . Wisdoms weaver works with wit ,...

A Cold Woman

. . A Cold Woman By Paul Mc Cann There once was a woman of ice . She never knew how to be nice . She spent all of her life , on the edge of a knife...

Transylvanian Extractions

. Transylvanian Extractions By Paul McCann . A B lood C ounting D entist E lasticised F rankenstein's G ums. H is I njections J ust K idnapped L oose...

To Be A Pilgrim! - Episode 7

In which Gwladys explains the nature of transactional relationships and 'Ethel' finds herself demoted.
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Craven Gets Flashed

“Say cheese, Mr. Danger!” FLASH! “Ah, geez, my eyes!” Craven Danger staggered along the edge of the subway platform with his thoughts on finding some...

Inference

Sunshine days You fool yourself With ghosts of meaning Existing in smiles Show me honesty in your teeth In the humid air between these pillows Show...
Cherry

Self-Portrait

Boring, I shouldn't bother if I were you. Image (unfortunately) is author's own in more than one sense.

Golden Memories: First Job

This means my first full time job, really. Like most 1960's kids, I'd already had a series of part time jobs, beginning with paper rounds and moving...

This Morning I

shuffle downstairs from our tall apt and feed a bone-chattering January daring it to harness my frame to take me by the shoulders & assault my...

Cipher Connected

. Cipher Connected By Paul McCann Careless cars cutting corners create confusion . Crossing centre lines . Countless collisions cost coffins ...

Face At The Door

. Face At The Door By Paul McCann You walked out the door this morning with sorry all over your face . Sorry is only a word you know Its not a silent...

Sorry I Blew Up

. Sorry I Blew Up By Paul McCann I’m sorry I lost my temper darling, please forgive me. Listen to me I really love you ‘and I’m sorry . I didn’t mean...

My wonderful nanny

“Where is she?” I asked As her hand firmly clasped The tv remote to her ear. Puzzled she looked For it the phone she mistook My heart skipped a beat...

Animal Magic

This wee dog, boy, she's a stunner Fluffy, warm coat, long legs, a runner I cannot keep up when we take a stroll It's not that she's naughty Just...
Cherry

With Dismal Stories - Episode 6

In which Aefelthrith avoids a fate worse than death, but Gwladys doesn't!

SUCKER

This was written after a drunken challenge ( which I declined) to write a song in 24 hours. However, my brain would not leave the subject, 'Sucker', alone and this was done with four hours to spare.

Babes in the Wood

Most people struggle with mental health at some point in their lives, I'd say. The following poem is a reflection on my own battle with depressive thoughts and existentialism. I find it to be rather cringy and on the nose, but maybe you'll enjoy it more than I do. This was created as part of a group activity in which we wrote poems using and "I Am" format, shown here: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/f4/da/f4f4daa3bef8ab50ba8efced6ca86633... Feel free to leave your interpretation or any feedback! I am by no means a particularly accomplished writer, especially when it comes to poetry.

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